oaks

This afternoon we went to the service of thanksgiving for the life of my friend's husband, who died last week. As we left the church , we were asked to take an acorn from a basket by the door and to plant it in Peter's memory. How lovely to think of all those new seedlings putting out their fresh green leaves next Spring, and one day being fully grown trees which will give pleasure, shade, wood and (in their turn) fresh acorns for another generation of oak trees.