most stubborn

our maple is completely leafed out. and our oak, ten meters away on the other side of the deck, still has catkins and baby leaflets. the oaks are always the last to spring. likewise, they are also the last to fall in november–often holding their leaves well into winter. i respect their stubborness. if i were a tree, i would like to be a graceful birch, flexible and beautiful. but in my heart i know i’m an oak. just try making me bend.

baby white oak leaves in spring