My Oak Tree and Its Travels
A happy memory from our time on Buford Avenue in the early 1960s — I talked about that a couple weeks back1 — is planting an acorn from one of the oaks there.
An Acorn and Memories
Among the many things I don't remember from that time is when we planted it.
I suspect it was in the fall, since that's apparently a good season for starting an oak seedling.2 And by spring; well, life was getting interesting, and that's another topic.
Now that I think of it, I'm pretty sure we planted the acorn after we returned to Moorhead.
Seasons
Whatever season it was, I remember being happy when the acorn sprouted: and impressed at the size of the leaf. A full-size oak leaf on a tiny stem.
My oak flourished in the back yard of 818.3
Time passed....
More at A Catholic Citizen in America.
(Happy memories involving an acorn, two trees, three homes, and a library. Legacies and a few thoughts about trees, the Sixties, and all that.)
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