We are fortunate to have two large oak trees at the western edge of our property. Well, maybe not so fortunate in the autumn as they generate thousands of large leaves that descend upon us. But they are magnificent trees. 

And we have squirrels. Too many squirrels. Big fluffy squirrels. And they have a partnership with the oak trees. The squirrels keep busy in late summer as the acorns mature and drop to the ground. These fuzzy creatures gather the acorns, one at a time (just one is a mouthful), and bury it somewhere in the yard, frequently in one of the daylily gardens.

I think the intention of the squirrel is to retrieve the acorns to eat during the winter. We find little holes throughout the yard where the squirrels have dug up a winter meal.

But some of the buried acorns are forgotten or not needed. And they sprout. A new oak tree begins. 

The gardener at the Hideaway is not pleased by these surprise oak trees. So she flexed her muscles and pulled up this oak tree all by herself.

She's excited by her efforts and has to show her photographer husband.

Life is truly a wonder. 

Wherever, whenever it happens.