Grief is an interval between two moments of joy

I don't know what happened to our hornet's nest. we've been waiting for the cold weather to take it down, but this morning I noticed that it was in shreds. Perhaps birds have been poking in to find something to eat? Anyway this is what it looks like from ground to up. I have no idea what that black on the up right is. A maggot? Anyway I guess it's pretty safe to take it down at this point. No life seems to be around at least not the stinging kind.

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Life is a mosaic of pleasure and pain - grief is an interval between two moments of joy. Peace is the interlude between two wars. You have no rose without a thorn; the diligent picker will avoid the pricks and gather the flower. There is no bee without the sting; cleverness consists in gathering the honey nevertheless.

Sri Sathya Sai Baba