A Jedd is in bed, And the bed of a Jedd Is the softest Of beds in the world, It is said. He makes it from pom poms He grows on his head. And he’s sleeping right now On the softest of fluff, Completely exhausted From growing the stuff. - from The Sleep Book by Dr. Seuss My son and I would recall this poem every Autumn when we saw these fluffy pom poms everywhere like tiny Tribbles under oak trees in the yard. We had no idea these were fuzzy leaf galls, tiny cocoons containing tinier baby wasps due to hatch in the Spring.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 01:50:06 +0000
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