A long time ago, my great-grandmother took an acorn from the cottage (which is now my parents home) and grew a seedling in her place in Toronto. She planted that seedling at the cottage and it grew into a mighty oak.
Sometime in the 1990s, the might oak was lost in a terrible storm. Sandy soil is not the best for strong roots. Fortunately, it fell in such a way that only a picnic table was damaged. The wood from this great tree was used to make tables, so the oak has lived on in one way.
While the original oak is gone, others have grown from it. When we moved to our house in the country, my parents brought me a sapling - maybe the great-grandtree of the original oak.
It hasn't looked like it was growing until this year, when it doubled in size. We hope our sapling is on the way to becoming a mighty oak.
Thank you to our dear friends Rosy and the Boyz for hosting Nature Friday and letting us share the story of a little oak that means a lot to us.