There’s a tree growing outside in a pot from an acorn that I planted a year and a half ago. A Chinquapin Oak that took it’s own time sprouting but is now growing nicely thanks to the rains we’ve had and the water from the rain barrel that’s filled in for the rains we haven’t had.
It’s pushing out spring green leaves and reaching for the sky although it’s less than two feet tall.
There’s a tree growing outside a cottage a thousand miles away from here. A Chinquapin Oak that I spotted last summer at the margins of the woods, that my aunt tagged for transplanting in the fall, that my cousin dug up and moved as the days got shorter and the air got crisp.
It’s pushing out spring green leaves and reaching for the sky although it’s less than two feet tall.
A little tree here. A little tree there. Pretty soon you’re talking big trees—if you’ve got the right definition of “soon”.
image credit: smeary artwork by David based on a clear photo by Burt