I find it galling

There was an aspen tree in front of the house where I group up. Every year, it got galls on its branches. I remember my mom explaining what galls were to me, but I don’t remember there ever being anything all that gross (read: interesting) in them when I tried to break or cut them open. My memories are pretty fuzzy though. And compared to some of these, the galls on the aspen tree were incredibly unimpressive.

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