From a distance it’s just another tree.
Yet, as you get closer there’s something about this oak that makes it a kind of ‘king of the hill’.
It sits on the highest point of a track that used to be the path of a canal linking Preston with Kendal. The stretch of landscape was known among the barge folk as the most beautiful of the canal’s sixty-mile length.
The views down into the valley are beautiful.
It’s my tree. In the sense that I talk to it, and have done so, since we moved here, ten years ago.
Like all of us, this oak tree is waiting to emerge from winter’s grip. You can follow its branches and see the new life beginning to emerge at the tips.
Soon it will look like this and be talking back at me…
©Stephen Tanham 2023
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
I have more tree friends than people and can see why you love this one, Steve…
It’s a very special tree, Jaye. As you can sense! Thank you. My earlier reply seems to have been rendered ‘Anonymous’ by the WordPress machine… chuckles. 😀
What a gorgeous tree! We have an old, gnarled walnut in a meadow nearly – it needs trimming badly but the HOA won’t pay for it. I find it soothing to look at – it’s been there for a long time as part of the farm on which this development was built.
To be cherished, then, Noelle! 🧡