No, not that sort of inspired, but the answers to my last post (thank you so much for identifying my mystery plant, Jacula) has inspired me to write about the Oak.
We think ours is about 150 years old. It used to be part of a hedgerow with brambles and hawthorns. I probably used to stand in what is now our garden to pick blackberries whilst walking our dog Ben and my toddler daughter.
The builders moved in and began to hack chunks off the tree until the council stepped in and slapped a protection order on it. Thus we bought a new house with a very lop-sided and sorry looking oak tree dominating the back garden.
It stood up to the hurricane of 1987 and when we could afford it, we called in the tree surgeons to trim it back and have to get them back every 3 or 4 years. We have to get planning permission every time, but we now have a large, but nicely shaped tree.
It has been home to birds and insects.
And squirrels not to mention lichens and the like.
I do wonder what will happen if it grows as big as the Major Oak of Sherwood Forest.
Or Old Knobbley.
But that won’t be for several hundred years so I'm not losing sleep worrying about it.
A neighbour once suggested I “deal with it” by hammering copper nails into the trunk! Makes me shudder to think of it. That tree was around long before any of us and I hope it will be around long after we’ve gone, keeping its secrets and providing a home for some of our wildlife.
Here’s an interesting article about the oak, King of the Greenwood.
All I know is that I feel a sense of peace when I’m close to the tree - unless a gale is blowing. Not so peaceful then with the wind battering the branches! And not a lot of fun in autumn when it dumps its leaves, but on a hot summer day it is lovely to sit in its shade and pretend you’re not in a small garden, but somewhere peaceful and pretty… in Yorkshire perhaps, miles away from everything.