This Tree.

This is a good place to sit too. .…..slightly continued from yesterday.

This tree.

And I do.

Saturdays usually, while Minnie plays the piano nearby.

It’s a good place to sit; today I shared it with several cowslips, some forget-me-nots, a bee and an acorn.

This tree is an oak.

And I wondered how much rain a tree like this has drunk in a lifetime not over.

So later, at home, I searched internet for the answer.

Didn’t find it, sorry.

You find more answers at the foot of an oak tree sometimes.

“To the Greeks, Romans, Celts, Slavs and Teutonic tribes the oak was foremost amongst venerated trees, and in each case associated with the supreme god in their pantheon, oak being sacred to Zeus, Jupiter, Dagda, Perun and Thor, respectively. Each of these gods also had dominion over rain, thunder and lightning………..”

“Oak leaves' connection with rainfall also survived in more recent folklore in a variety of similar rhymes about which tree's leaves appeared first, such as the Irish saying:

If the oak before the ash, then we'll only have a splash.
If the ash before the oak ,then we'll surely have a soak!”