"Instead of calling on some scholar, I paid many a visit to particular trees, of kinds which are rare in this neighborhood, standing far away in the middle of some pasture, or in the depths of a wood or swamp, or on a hilltop; such as ... the beech, which has so neat a bole and beautifully lichen-painted, perfect in all its details, of which, excepting scattered specimens, I know but one small grove of sizable trees left in the township, supposed by some to have been planted by the pigeons that were once baited with beechnuts near by; it is worth the while to see the silver grain sparkle when you split this wood..." Thoreau
(There are four of these great trunks in a row I must pass on every walk into town. They are like great Elephant legs, like Ganesh on a tightrope and I would know this tree anywhere now. I hope these are never split for fire wood.)
"The power that created the universe and spun the dragonfly's wing and is beyond all other powers holds back, in love, from overpowering us...the passionate restraint and hush of God."
Students were painting oak leaves yesterday and I am trying to get them straight in my mind. I copied this chart into my nature notebook but so far it isn't helping me when I stand under a tree--or when I need to sort out the acorns....John Ruskin said,
“If you can paint one leaf, you can paint the whole world.”
Some of the oaks are still sporting leaves here but they are the very last to fall (except maybe the service berries.)