A pile of twigs and small rocks caught my eyes as I trudged along. I stopped...... There was a hole and I knew who lived there. It was the home of aunts. I exclaimed in dismay, “In the road!” As I thought of the implications of my statement. These little creatures build day after day their little home. Then without any evil on their part their efforts are destroyed their home no longer worthy to be lived in. Yet...... without a complaint they set to work again rebuilding all that has been damaged. They work tirelessly all the day long until at last it is a place of refuge once again. But soon the same tragedy once again, for they are in a road..... “Go to the aunt thou sluggard consider her ways and be wise.” Ever found yourself building on a road?
