there are many wonderful stories about our ten acre wood, but one of
my favorites is the travels of our giant live oak tree.
live oaks are prized in the south for their massive spreading crowns to
bring coveted shade in the long, hot summers and lovely evergreen
leaves throughout the winter.
hans' grandfather desperately wanted one for his property, but he lived
too far north for a live oak to survive. so, he did the reasonable thing
. . . by planting it 150 miles north of houston on a willing farmer's field.
he then repeated the 150 mile trek northward every three years, until
the lovely tree came to its final resting, i mean growing place.
isn't that a romantic effort to bless the next three generations?
"they will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord."