Oaks

There are lots of oaks where we live. There is even the whole entire Oak Nature Reserve, where old oaks are especially protected. They say that oaks are born for three hundred years, live for three hundred years and die for three hundred years. The one to the left is probably from an acorn from the early fifteen hundreds! Says dendrochronology (don’t ask) according to mum. How about that?! The one to the right is a baby, really.

I got a letter in the mail with my name on it! Yay!