I have lived across from this oak tree all of my life. I have watched it shed branches, birth hawks, and survive attempts to plough it under (its protected by law as a heritage tree, but there are always “ways” around it). This is the tree that I think of when people talk about the Oak King. It helps, of course, that it lives in the middle of an agricultural field. I have stolen more produce from that field than I care to admit to (most of it after they have already picked it over, but still). Most recently, it was wheat (I leave it up to the interested reader to draw conclusions as to why I link oak tree/Oak King/fertile land/wheat seed in a magico-religious way).
This isn’t a very insight-filled post, I’ll admit. It is primarily a way to show a bit more about where I live. I think my path may be turning more to the earth and growing side of things. Even if it isn’t, I happen to think that these are some decent pictures of a gorgeous old tree 🙂 So enjoy.