Sun-Dappled Oak

Sun-dappled oak 

I walked to the gate early this morning while coffee was brewing. How many times have I seen this beautiful old oak tree?  Many, many, many. But this morning, the way the sun painted it with light, it just bowled me over. The resident hawk and I exchanged whistled greetings. He flew over, gave me a sharp look, held still for a moment directly above me, and then waggled his wings in what seemed to me like recognition and greeting. 

4 thoughts on “Sun-Dappled Oak

  1. At last – the universal oak to mark a little common ground! I’m constantly intrigued and beguiled by your vivid and lyrical depictions of your immediate surroundings. But how different they are from mine. Florida alongside Hertfordshire – the same world embracing such contrasts.

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