An oak is a tree or shrub in the genus Quercus ( /ˈkwɜrkəs/;Latin "oak tree"), of which about 600 species exist. "Oak" may also appear in the names of species in related genera, notably Lithocarpus. The genus is native to the northern hemisphere, and includes deciduous and evergreen species extending from cool temperate to tropical latitudes in Asia and the Americas.
Oaks have spirally arranged leaves, with a lobed margin in many species; some have serrated leaves or entire leaves with a smooth margin. Many deciduous species are marcescent, not dropping dead leaves until spring. The flowers are catkins, produced in spring. The fruit is a nut called an acorn, borne in a cup-like structure known as a cupule; each acorn contains one seed (rarely two or three) and takes 6–18 months to mature, depending on species. The live oaks are distinguished for being evergreen, but are not actually a distinct group and instead are dispersed across the genus.
Oak trees are a flowering plant. The genus is divided into two subgenera and a number of sections:
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The 47th Hunger Games is the untold story of what happened. After plenty of chaos the Capitol shuts down the cameras, and erases these games from completely. There is Love, Hate, Friends, Family, and Insanity all wrapped up into one web series.
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"Dark of Moon" follows the members of the Coven of the Mystick Light... a group that formed in college, lost some members to graduation and careers, and has settled down into a comfortable practice for the past few years. It consists of two women (Beth and Sammi) and three men (Zeke, Miller, and Drew). They have no connection to any Trad, and consider themselves leaderless, deciding everything on consensus. But one of their members isn't happy. He feels like his spirituality, and his life, are stagnant. He wants to get more out of both, and a chance encounter with a Gardnerian Coven leads him to leave his old group to join a Traditional teaching coven. This act shakes up the small circle. They all look at their lives, and decide that some things just aren't turning out the way they wanted. While some of it's members dedicate themselves towards finding a better job, the film focuses on Beth, who longs for a relationship that will both warm her heart and nurture her spirit. She drags her acid-tongued friend Sammi along for the ride, and their journey takes them from a Pagan activist group meeting, to a psychic development circle, an ADF Druid rite, all the way to the Gardnerian Covenstead where their friend defected to. Along the way Beth and Sammi have their eyes opened to many possibilities...and the audience gets to enjoy the ride.
Keywords: druid, gay, independent-film, pagan, wiccan, witchcraft
You don't get the moments without the years, and you don't get the years without the moments...
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A powerful businessman wants to build a highway through the forest. One of the town's most evil character, Mrs D'Abondo, loves the idea and orders her husband to cut down the trees. Everyone must flee... But Furi and his friends don't intend to give up so easily. They'll have the help of the Clan of the Free Cats, spearheaded by the conceited Tigre, and the flies, HUHU and HOHO. When they find out what Mrs D'Abondo is afraid of, Furi hatches a plot to bring to life the Spirit of the forest.
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Sgt. Howie travels to Summerisle to investigate the disappearance of a young girl. He discovers that the locals are weird and unhelpful, and becomes determined to get to the bottom of the disappearance.
Keywords: 1970s, agriculture, agronomist, air, airplane, ale, altar, animal, animal-mask, animal-sacrifice
From the writer of 'Frenzy & Sleuth' Anthony Shaffer's incredible occult thriller
The residents of Summerisle invited Sergeant Howie to their traditional May Day festival. He didn't expect to meet...The Wicker Man
Flesh to touch...Flesh to burn! Don't keep the Wicker Man waiting!
...A totally corrupt shocker from the author of "Sleuth" and "Frenzy"!
Lord Summerisle: Do sit down, Sergeant. Shocks are so much better absorbed with the knees bent.
Lord Summerisle: [referring to sacrifices] Animals are fine, but their acceptability is limited. A little child is even better, but not *nearly* as effective as the right kind of adult.
Sergeant Howie: And what of the TRUE God? Whose glory, churches and monasteries have been built on these islands for generations past? Now sir, what of him?::Lord Summerisle: He's dead. Can't complain, had his chance and in modern parlance, blew it.
Harbor Master: Much has been said of the strumpets of yore / Of wenches and bawdy house queens by the score / But I sing of a baggage that we all adore / The landlord's daughter! [song continues sung by islanders drinking at the Green Man Inn pub... ]
Willow: Some things in their natural state have the most VIVID colors.
Lord Summerisle: I think I could turn and live with animals. They are so placid and self-contained. They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins. They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God. Not one of them kneels to another or to his own kind that lived thousands of years ago. Not one of them is respectable or unhappy, all over the earth.
Miss Rose: The building attached to the ground in which the body lies is no longer used for CHRISTIAN worship, so whether it is still a CHURCHYARD is debatable.
May Morrison: Can I do anything for you, Sergeant?::Sergeant Howie: No, I doubt it, seeing you're all raving mad!
May Morrison: You'll simply never understand the true nature of sacrifice.
Sergeant Howie: I believe in the life eternal, as promised to us by our Lord, Jesus Christ.::Lord Summerisle: That is good. For believing what you do, we confer upon you a rare gift, these days - a martyr's death.
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Mytyl and her brother Tyltyl, a woodchopper's children, are led by the Fairy Berylune on a magical trip through the past, present, and future to locate the Blue Bird of Happiness.
Keywords: 1800s, animal-as-human, animal-in-title, barefoot, based-on-play, bird, bird-in-title, blue-bird-of-happiness, bluebird, brat
Mrs. Berlingot: Angela! Angela, close that window! You know better than that!::Angela Berlingot: But it's Mytyl. She's got a bird.::Mrs. Berlingot: Yes, yes, but you're sick enough, dear, without catching your death of cold. Now close the window.::Angela Berlingot: Oh, Mother, I've always wanted a bird like this. Please ask her to give it to me.::Mrs. Berlingot: That one, she'd never give anybody anything.
Mytyl: Angela Berlingot wanted me to give it to her.::Mummy Tyl: Well, why didn't you? She needs something to cheer her up. Poor child, sick in bed all winter.::Mytyl: It's not my fault she's sick.::Mummy Tyl: It's your fault you're selfish.::Daddy Tyl: You have so much that she hasn't, Mytyl.::Mytyl: What do I have?::Daddy Tyl: Health, for one thing. You can run around and play.::Mytyl: Oh, that isn't anything.::Tyltyl: I wouldn't like to stay in bed all day.::Mytyl: I wouldn't mind.
Mytyl: Mummy, why do we have to be so poor all the time?::Mummy Tyl: Poor? Us?::Mytyl: Well, we are. We can't even have a party for Christmas.::Daddy Tyl: You have a roof over your head, haven't you? And warm clothes.::Mytyl: These old things?::Daddy Tyl: And plenty to eat.::Mytyl: Nothing I like! Nothing good! Not like those rich children have. Cakes, candies, dolls to play with, pretty dresses - everything! I have nothing.::Mummy Tyl: You have plenty.::Mytyl: What do I have?::Mummy Tyl: A father who works hard for you.::Daddy Tyl: And a mother who cooks and cleans and mends.
Mytyl: Oh Daddy, I don't want you to go.::Daddy Tyl: I have to go, darling.::Mytyl: Why do they have to have war? What makes war, anyway?::Daddy Tyl: The same things that make trouble everywhere. Greed. Selfishness. Those who aren't content with what they have.::Mytyl: But you're not like that, Daddy. Why should you have to go?::Daddy Tyl: That's what's wrong about it, Mytyl. You can't be unhappy inside yourself without making others unhappy, too.
Mytyl: Mummy, I'm sorry for the way I behaved at supper.::Mummy Tyl: That's what you always say, Mytyl, that you're sorry. But the next day you do the same thing right over again.::Mytyl: I know I do, and I don't know why.::Mummy Tyl: Well, you must find out why. Otherwise you'll always be unhappy and discontent. You don't want that, do you? You want to be happy, don't you?::Mytyl: Yes, Mummy. Like you. You're happy all the time, aren't you?::Mummy Tyl: Nearly all the time, dear.::Mytyl: Don't worry, Mummy. Daddy will be back.
Mytyl: Who are you?::Fairy Berylune: Haven't you got eyes? Can't you see? I'm Berylune!::Mytyl: Berylune?::Fairy Berylune: Yes, Berylune! The fairy! Hurry now, quick! Get into your clothes and be off! You've got to find the blue bird!::Mytyl: The blue bird?::Fairy Berylune: Yes, the bird that's blue! The blue bird!::Mytyl: But why? Why should we find it?::Fairy Berylune: You want to be happy, don't you?::Mytyl: Of course, but what do I want with an old blue bird?::Fairy Berylune: What a stupid girl you are! Don't you know that the blue bird means happiness?
Mytyl: Can she talk, too?::Tylette: Well, naturally. If the dog can.::Mytyl: Oh, Tylette, I'm so glad! We've got to find the blue bird!::Tylette: The blue bird?::Tylo: I'll come! I'll help you!::Tylette: You'll come too, won't you, Tylette?::Tylette: Why not? It might be amusing.::Tylo: I don't like the way she said that.::Mytyl: Why, Tylo!::Tylo: We shouldn't take Tylette along. She's treacherous.
Fairy Berylune: What silly children you are not to know this lady! You've seen her hundreds of times. This is Light. Light, may I present Mytyl and Tyltyl.::Mytyl: How do you do, Light?::Tyltyl: How do you do?::Light: There's no need to be formal. We're old friends. Where would you like to go? I shall be your guide.::Mytyl: We're not sure where to go.::Fairy Berylune: Why don't you use your head? Hasn't it occurred to you that the blue bird might be hiding in the Past?::Mytyl: But where is the Past? Do you know the way?::Light: Why, of course. The Past is right behind us.
Tylette: I know we've never been friends, but now we've got to work together. We can't allow the children to go through with this.::Tylo: Why not? Why can't we?::Tylette: Don't you see? We're free now! If they succeed and find the blue bird, we'll have to go back to what we were. Animals! Dumb slaves to man!::Tylo: That's the way I like it! Man is the master, and we must obey him.::Tylette: I always knew you were a fool.::Tylo: If they want to look for a blue bird or a pink owl, I'm gonna help them!
Granny Tyl: Somebody must be thinking of us. I feel quite strong. I think we're going to have visitors. They seem to be coming near.::Grandpa Tyl: Maybe now I can finish my carving. I've been at this one for nearly a whole year.::Granny Tyl: That's because we're so seldom awake.::Mytyl, Tyltyl: Granny! Grandpa!::Granny Tyl: It's the children! Give us a hug, dears, a big one this time.::Grandpa Tyl: It's been months and months since you last remembered us.::Granny Tyl: The last time was Easter morning. The church bells were ringing.::Mytyl: Easter? Oh, we didn't go out that day. We both had very bad colds.::Granny Tyl: But you thought of us.::Mytyl: Yes, we missed you.::Granny Tyl: Every time you think of us, we wake up and see you again.::Mytyl: But we thought you were dead.::Granny Tyl: No, dear. Only when we're forgotten.