Seeds fall to the ground, most of them feed the bugs and/or bugs, others hold there ground and grow to a mighty oak tree. Once again, even the mightiest oak, was simply a little nut that held its ground. (Had a coffee mug which I bought in an Italian bake shop (pastry shop) in Garfield, NJ.) Sorry it broke and is long gone, but the nuts and oaks do our dance daily.
Monday, December 9, 2013
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