In the past a squirrel took a acorn in his cheek storing it in the soil for a winter food supply. The squirrel being of a forgetful nature and unforeseen tragedy the acorn lay in the frozen earth all winter and when spring arrived the acorn split and a shoot emerged pushing thro' the soil reaching for the warm sun. Now this tree stands as a testament to that grey squirrel that ended his days in a pot of dumplings cooked by my ancestor.
In the summer the oak provides a shelter from the heat of the day. In the fall she provides a winter supply of nourishment for many animals.
in the winter it stands as a testament to the years it has seen.
in the spring rosy red buds appear to give hope for a new season.
I have felt the warmth of her logs burning in our stove many a cold winter day.
A large oak tree may have lived 200 years, if they could talk oh, the secretes they might whisper.
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"It was a sweet lilac sky, with air so clear the day moon
looked like a washed potato, up above the phone wires."
. . . from Fredy Neptune: A Novel in Verse by Les Murray
happy turkey day, Sister!
Happy Thanksgiving Patsy! Hope ya'll enjoy your fat hen. Thanks for the turkey you sent.
This is a nice post. I love oak trees.
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