The Short Story of the Acorn and the Pumpkin


* Yesterday I saw where there had been a “run” on this short anecdote published two years ago on September 25, 2016. I couldn’t remember the story so I re-read it and forgot how much I need to remember this life lesson. I hope you enjoy it again…if you have been with a blog for awhile… and/or enjoy hearing it the first time. 

Dear Reader:

Don’t we mere mortals love trying to “second guess” God and all His decisions in the beautiful world He created for us? We always point out the platypus or some other strange creature and wonder why? God must have a great sense of humor…we figure. (But don’t you think the platypus must think the same thing when it sees us?)

Several years ago I came across this little anecdote simply called “The Acorn and the Pumpkin.” It is very short…but sometimes the power of a story or a speech (take the Gettysburg Address for example) is enhanced through its brevity and remembered longer than a lengthy story. Case-in-point.


“The Acorn and the Pumpkin”

There is a little anecdote that tells the story of a woman
who was walking through a meadow.

images-8As she strolled
along meditating on nature, she came upon a field
of golden pumpkins.

images-5In the corner of the field stood
a majestic oak tree.

The woman, weary, sat down under the oak and began to
muse about the strange twists in nature.

images-7images-6Tiny acorns
hung on huge branches and huge pumpkins sat on tiny

She thought, “God blundered with creation!
He should have put the small acorns on the tiny vines 
and the large pumpkins on the huge branches.”

Resting beneath the tree, she drifted off to sleep.
She was awakened by a tiny acorn bouncing off her

acorn-6825680Chuckling to herself, she amended her previous
thought, “Just goes to show that God knew best all along!



So until tomorrow…The pumpkin falling from an oak tree, especially on one’s nose, probably would require plastic surgery….but an acorn? Don’t ever try to one-up God ….because you will lose. He knows exactly how Creation should work…after all He created it! 🙂

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh


*Maybe it is because Thanksgiving is late this year but I am shocked at the number of houses already decorating for Christmas. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday and I hate to see it squeezed out for the more commercialized Christmas holiday.


Yesterday as I rode by a house in the adjacent neighborhood I saw the most beautiful butterfly chair under this gigantic oak tree…

I remembered getting the grandchildren their butterfly table/chair set several years ago…it has weathered well…but the older grandchildren are having a harder time fitting under the table these days…little butterflies grow up too fast and then fly away.

As I pulled into my driveway yesterday afternoon…one branch was falling over the entrance to the driveway…as I looked up the sun caught part of the leaves on the swaying branch giving them a golden aura….Fall really is a beautiful color!

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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