572. The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

When the oak is felled
the whole forest echoes with its fall,
but a hundred acorns are sown
in silence by an unnoticed breeze.
~Thomas Carlyle

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A tiny acorn falls from a towering tree. An even tinier seed drops from a flowering plant. Deciduous trees and shrubs lose their sheltering leaves. Perennials die down to the shivering ground when the first hard freeze comes, and the flourishing grass withers and turns brown. At a glance there is no telling proof of life as the sun and moon pass over barren fields throughout the short, cold days and the long colder nights of late autumn and wintertime. Yet the world doesn’t pass into nothingness. What the Lord spoke into the void remains alive in dark, inner chambers where it lies in wait, waiting patiently with expectancy for moments in time when a spark will activate the memory of what Yahweh spoke, and once again life emerges from sacred, secret places. Then sunlight and rain, filled with the same kind of holiness, nurtures the new growth and urges it on to another round of completion. For in the faithful and ongoing rites of passage in springtime under the multitudinous orbs of heaven, life goes on directed by the ancient and engulfing rhyme and reason of the Maker of Heaven and Earth who is as omnipresent now as He has ever and always been.

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. ~2 Corinthians 4:18   ✝

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15 thoughts on “572. The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

  1. the echoing of my two fallen oaks was the sound of wailing and the gnashing of teeth–as I gathered up as many acorns as I could 🙂
    Now what to do with a bucket of acorns??—looking for a few good squirrels 🙂
    A beautiful post Natalie—
    cookie

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    • I thought I’d been hearing wailing and the gnashing of teeth lately! Bless your heart. I hate that you lost your beloved oaks. Maybe you could be the “squirrel” and plant them in some soil in pots and then sell them when they get big enough. I can’t tell you how many of them I’ve killed over the years that the darned squirrels bury all over my yard and in my pots. I’m glad you enjoyed the post, Peachy, but again I’m so sorry that you had to give up your trees. Hugs and love, N ❤

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      • You’ve killed squirrels or acorns? 😉 HA!
        I’ve got two barren straw patches which won’t grow the grass seed as the “soil” is to acidic and more wood and less dirt—it’s going to be a long barren winter—
        thank you for your kind words regarding my posts—I worked Saturday, did the tree all day yesterday and finished today—so I didn’t have to go in for duty today 🙂
        The store is still slow, so any and all prayers would be greatly appreciated!!! I’m on call this week in case they do get busier and mostly likely on the go next week—
        The trees being gone has solved one problem—the squirrels moved—- 🙂
        Hugs and love to Texas—cookie

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      • No I’ve killed a myriad of baby oak trees over the years. And at ttime I’ve been tempted to kill those darned squirrels. Bless your heart. When we lost ours in front the guy planted a new one a little farther from the house but on the same line more or less. It was about 9 feet tall when that happened in 2007 and now the thing is growing like gang busters. We actually had to remove some of the lower limbs this year because James couldn’t mow under it without hitting his little punkin’ head. It’s a beautiful tree and is getting big enough now to create a good amount of shade. So buck up little buckaroo, as soon as you plant some new trees, your yard will be beautiful again some day soon. And I pray that the business does pick up and be strong all the way through the rest of the month. Hugs and love to Georgia, N ❤ ❤ ❤

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