There is a bumper crop of acorns this year. Beneath the oaks by the beach road, there are literally carpets of fallen acorns, each containing a seed. It brings to mind an ancient adage: “Mighty oaks from little acorns grow,” proclaimed English poet Geoffrey Chaucer. It is fortunate that all the acorns we see today do not become trees, otherwise we would be in an inaccessible forest. Henry David Thoreau, who was intrigued by acorns, observed that few sprouted under parental trees. Every oak seen today was once a humble seed inside an acorn.
Diary, fall 2016
From the diary of beach walker George Thatcher,
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