Now mighty
can mean big, tall, broad and strong. But, mighty can also mean tenacious. What
you see here is a White Oak tree in all its mature splendor, a mighty
Oak.
I contrast
these two meanings of mighty because I’m excited to announce that the reports
of the death of my baby oak tree, started from an acorn, have been premature.
The tree was viciously attacked last spring by a savage chipmunk, squirrel,
rabbit or some such other wild beast. All of the tender shoots and leaves were
eaten in this attempted arborcide (I just made that word up). In the throes of
grief I refused to remove it from the ground, hoping against hope that it would
miraculously recover from this devastating blow.
This spring
the little shaver was not showing any signs of life. I became resolved to
finally remove it. A little warm weather lured me to the back yard again. I was
resolved to remove the beautiful ornate fence I had place around my tree (which
had very large openings that allowed the savage attack to begin with). But, my
heart leapt (or leaped, maybe both) for joy when to my great and grateful surprise
tender shoots were once again springing to life.
Here you can
see this tenacious little life springing from the ground. The mighty Oakus
lives on!
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