SEPTEMBER 12: The White Oak
“We have sturdy, strong trunks and arms,” said Old Mother White Oak, “and we have such good roots that we can stand storms.”
“We are very popular with the men who gather lumber and the people who care for trees. And we live to a very great age. Oh, we become so old!”
“Then we’ve a long, long, time to live, eh, Mother Oak?” asked the little Oaks.
“You may live to be more than two hundred years old,” said Mother Oak. “Yes, you will probably live to be far older than that.”
“How wonderful,” the young Oaks whispered.
“We belong to a very great and mighty family of Oaks. By that I mean that there are many different kinds of oaks; like us in many ways and again unlike us in a good many ways.”
“They say that there are three hundred different kinds of Oak trees!”
“Oh dear, what lots of Oaks,” said one of the young Oaks. “How thrilling to belong to such a very big family.”