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Built like an oak tree, against which I could pitch my pillow and read; mornings, I could curl into the crook of your branches.
I wish you were that birch rising from the clump behind you, and I the gray oak alongside.
A wood that smells of the sea.
Oakmont, you've got to be playing slope.
Today's Oak tree are tomorrows Nut that stood his ground.
If you were a tree, what kind would you be?
He felt safe in the oak tree's presence; it was a thing that nothing could change or threaten; it was his greatest symbol of strength.
When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.
You should go to a pear tree for pears, not to an elm.
Before the acorn can bring forth the oak, it must become itself a wreck. No plant ever came from any but a wrecked seed.
You woke up on the wrong side of the oak tree, didn't you? (Acheron)
I think it would be worth the while to introduce a school of children to such [an oak grove], that they may get an idea of the primitive oaks before they are all gone, instead of hiring botanists to lecture to them when it is too late.
My house was once an acorn.
Giant oak trees ... have deep root systems that can extend two-and-one-half times their height. Such trees rarely are blown down regardless of how violent the storms may be.
The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.
Nothing but trees.
The tallest oak tree once was an acorn that any pig could have swallowed.
The green reed which bends in the wind is stronger than the mighty oak which breaks in a storm.
I was in danger of drowning, and nobody lost at sea worries about whether the spar they cling to is made of elm or oak.
I could lecture on dry oak leaves; I could, but who would hear me? If I were to try it on any large audience, I fear it would be no gain to them, and a positive loss to me. I should have behaved rudely toward my rustling friends.
The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold
The pur0ple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
The seeds of a redwood are released from cones that are about the size of olives. The heartwood of the tree is a dark, shimmery red in color, like old claret. The wood has a lemony scent and is extremely resistant to rot.
Bend like the sapling you are. With time we shall find your oaken core.
It is not pride when the beech-tree refuses to copy the oak. The only chance of any healthy life for it is to be as full a beech-tree as it can be.
It was a miracle to me, this transformation of my acorns into an oak.
Storms make oaks take deeper root.
At my home in the southwest of France, I grow oak, hazel, and lemon trees in my backyard.
A great acacia, with its slender trunk
And overpoise of multitudinous leaves.
(In which a hundred fields might spill their dew
And intense verdure, yet find room enough)
Stood reconciling all the place with green.
There's nothing like a nice piece of hickory,
I'd like to take a walk far back in the flinty hills and search for a souvenir, an old double-bitted ax stuck deep in the side of a white oak tree. I know the handle has long since rotted away with time. Perhaps the rusty frame of a coal-oil lantern still hangs there on the blade.
Teacher: "Amy, what do you call the outside of a tree?" Student: "No idea, Miss Smith." Teacher: "Bark, Amy." Amy: "Arf! Arf! Arf!
When we shout at the oak tree, the oak tree is not offended. When we praise the oak tree, it doesn't raise its nose. We can learn the Dharma from the oak tree; therefore, the oak tree is part of our Dharmakaya. We can learn from everything that is around, that is in us.
We must be the willow, not the oak, in the lowering storm.
Bergulme. Elsbeere. Hagebuche. Efeu. Scots elm. Service tree. Hornbeam.
For my sustenance at night,
the whole that my hands can glean
from the gloom of the oak-gloomed oaks
the herbs and the plenteous fruits ...
A flower that will always grow toward the sun." "And what does that make me?" she asked sourly. "Heart of oak, my girl," he said, redeeming himself entirely. "Heart of oak.
I was just getting acquainted with the wood. I wanted to see if it was maple or pine.
The tree does not end at it's skin but exists also in the rain that falls downwind, many miles from the forest. In the seed exists the acorn, the oak, and the shade.
The lightning said to the oak tree: 'Stand aside, or take what is coming to you!
The bones of the oak tree that had stood by the spring branch during my youth were scattered about the ground, pieces of the skeleton of a majestic life that had passed while I was off growing up and old.
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
The giant oak tree of a story, started with a small acorn of a thought.
-T.A. Cline
Only a few leaves of deep red remain on the otherwise bare limbs of the maples; the oak leaves are russet and wrinkled; briefly through the trees is the glimpse of the bay, flat and steel-gray today with the overcast November sky.
An oak tree and I are made of the same stuff. If you go far enough back, we have a common ancestor. The
The tree that God plants, no winde hurts it.
You cannot plant an acorn in the morning, and expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of an oak.
Oakmont possesses all the charm of a sock to the head.
Step 7: Oak Wood Outline Build a row of oak wood on the 1st and the 4th block below the ceiling between the pillars. Follow the blue lines in the picture and do this on all four sides. Check out the 2nd picture to see how the tree house should look by now.
Image: An Oak Tree. The oak that resists the wind loses its branches one by one, and with nothing left to protect it, the trunk fi nally snaps. The oak that bends lives long er, its trunk grow ing wider, its roots deeper and more tenacious.
A true forest is not merely a storehouse full of wood, but, as it were, a factory of wood.
It is all still new to me. I have lived my life on the prairie and a line of oak trees can still astonish me.
I have planted over 6,000 trees at home in Scotland, some of them oak. I'd like my children to be able to watch them grow.
It needs more than a heart of oak to shed all fear except the fear of God.
For, as when the red-cheeked, dancing girls, April and May, trip home to the wintry, misanthropic woods; even the barest, ruggedest, most thunder-cloven old oak will at least send forth some few green sprouts to welcome such glad-hearted visitants.
Beeches stood aghast in pools of shed leaves. Silver poplars looked like moonbeams.
Even the highest tree has an axe waiting at its foot.
wooden X is on theWooden-- E.l. James
I don't know anything. My trees suck.
Neverwinter Wood.
Narrow lanes climb both slopes and come together in a great ring of elm trees which encircles the flat summit. Any wind
even the slightest
draws from the height of the elms a rushing sound, multifoliate and powerful.
Come forth, old man,
thy daughter's side
Is now the fitting place for thee:
When time has quell'd the oak's bold pride,
The youthful tendril yet may hide,
The ruins of the parent tree.
As much as I love crisp, clean whites, there's always a time for rich but balanced Chardonnays with oak, especially at Thanksgiving.
See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.
At first glance, northern hardwood and hemlock forests aren't very sexy - they are the accountants of the forest world, stable and consistent.
I will consider each day's effort as but one blow of my blade against a mighty oak.
The spreading tree.
Banks watched the sun creep over the forest of oak trees and a crack of light broke through the night and grew longer and wider and ate the black like a fungus until the darkness was gone and there was light and it was day.
A tree fears an axe even though its handle is made from it.
birch twigs, and a willow binding. The ash is protective, the birch is purifying, and the willow is sacred to the Goddesss. Of
Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
An ancient gnarled tree: Too fibrous for a logger's saw, Too twisted to fit a carpenter's square, Outlasts the whole forest.
Screen porch in a tree.
Blue Juneberry, tough diamond willow.
As soon as I turned toward the steps, my vision filled with the magnificence of the large oak tree. And there, rocking from its branch, was the swing.
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods.
Ground, impaled on the trunk of a tree that has been shaved down to the point of
I am a woodlander, I have sap in my veins,
The soft light of morning falls upon ripening forests of oak and elm, walnut and hickory, and all Nature is thoughtful and calm.
A single slim trunk
Branches that bow in a storm
Green, leathery leaves with a soft centre
Glittering against blue sky
White bark scarred, bleeding
Heart wide-open
Bandaged, but upright she stands... (225)
Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene, and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view.
Big streams from little fountains flow. Great oaks from little acorns grow;
Sometimes big trees grow out of acorns - I think I heard that from a squirrel.
I am not a birch.
The biggest trees look intimidating until you swing your axe.
The planting of a tree, especially one of the long-living hardwood trees, is a gift which you can make to posterity at almost no cost and with almost no trouble, and if the tree takes root it will far outlive the visible effect of any of your other actions, good or evil.
The acorn of honest inquiry has often sprouted and matured into a great oak of understanding.
From the fallen tree everybody makes firewood.
Only with a leaf
can I talk of the forest,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl.
The tree was evidently aged, from the size of its stem. It was about six feet high, the branches came out from the stem in a regular and symmetrical manner, and it had all the appearance of a tree in miniature.
Forest is forest.
What kind of trees are those?" I asked.
"Heartwood," my father said. "They grow in layers, like the spirit does. That's what Grandpa Sam used to say, anyway. You just got to keep the roots in a clear stream and not let nobody taint the water for you.
Trees are your best antiques.
The willow is my favorite tree. I grew up near one. It's the most flexible tree in nature and nothing can break it - no wind, no elements, it can bend and withstand anything.
It is Pau-kala. The branch is still bare. The old tree's leaves will never return - they are a memory and a song. But there is a sapling, there is a sapling right beside that old tree, and it's trembling with promise. There will be a spring again.
Trees with strong roots bear delicious fruits.
The squirrel has not yet found the acorn that will grow into the oak that will be cut to form the cradle of the babe that will grow to slay me.
Two sturdy oaks I mean, which side by side, Withstand the winter's storm, And spite of wind and tide, Grow up the meadow's pride, For both are strong Above they barely touch, but undermined Down to their deepest source, Admiring you shall find Their roots are intertwined Insep'rably.
The graceful ivy, clasping the oak that supported it, would form a whole in which strength and beauty would be equally conspicuous.
town of Angel Haven lies somewhere in the central United States, its landscape blessed long ago by the Star Witches. A vast forest of majestic trees surrounds the town, creating a natural barricade from the world outside. The trees range from evergreen saplings