A group of swamp white oaks Healthy soil is important, but for whom? In the Garden The young bur oak would not be kept down. Yet again it revealed itself among the standing dead stalks of a large patch of purple bee balm, a good three feet tall and leafing out. In spring, a bur oak’s leaves look like sharp-edged, glossy cutouts. They are not green, but shade delicately among soft corals, tans and pinks. The green comes a bit later, like a slow-motion wave gently pervading each leathery leaf. The question, as it had been for several years, was what to do with this young newcomer to the garden. About ten feet away and across the walk from house to garage stands a second bur oak that I’d started from an acorn some twelve years ago. I’ve enjoyed watching it grow its first sets of true leaves, become large enough to attract birds and then mature enough to bear acorns. This winter I limbed it up three feet from the ground, mainly to give the sedges and wild geraniums growing underneath a
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And, Adrian, thank you so much for your very kind comment left on my 'Explanatory Note'. It was most thoughtful of you and much appreciated. Thank you too for your comment on my latest posting and to which I have replied.
Thank you so much for your comment on my poetry post. That feeling of yours might be very true. I heard long ago that great poetry, great music, etc. are born in countries where there is suffering.It is a complicated subject... Anyway, I appreciate your thought! Happy teaching and happy gardening to you!I am going to check the links which you posted.
and Tatyana, hope you enjoyed reading about Wendell Berry.
Wendell Berry's poem is no more touching or poetic than your prose,which reminds us to hold close our earth connections and our hope. Thank you for both.
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