The Potential of Six
I love these acorns, which to me appear as little people with cute, notched hats atop their smooth brown faces. I love them . . . except that we have hundreds, nay thousands falling from the great oak branches overhead onto our decks, our steps, and our driveway. Jerry mutters as he sweeps . . . again.
I’m fascinated by acorns not only for their cuteness, but because of their potential . . . their message . . . their story. For within each of these is capsuled hope, adventure, a bursting forth, a new life.