There are two mighty oak trees dominating our back garden. I adore them.

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It is in these trees that I first glimpse the coming of the seasons.

As my husband and I toil on the land (for this is our latest behemoth of a DIY project), each of the trees neatly and frequently seeks to remind us of their presence. A light precipitation of acorns makes pitiful attempts to concuss. When this fails, they turn to plan B, and grow their tiny but tenacious babies in our soil.

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The perdition of autumn is almost here, and these two giant beauties will shed their skins across our grass for the who-knows-how-many-hundredth time.

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As I look out of my kitchen window every morning, I and the creatures who share them with me, hope to be awed by their magnificence for many years to come.

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