I observe this oak tree from my window all year round, silhouetted today by a spectacular Shilbottle sunrise.
In the Spring, her sap is rising, leaves are budding and she is coloured with dense green leaves.
In Summer children gather around her, climbing into her boughs and leaping off into piles of straw.
In Autumn she starts to let go, her leaves drying up and falling away. She still stands proudly and her form is more clearly revealed.
Over the winter time my Guru Tree looks bare and quiet but I know that hidden out of sight are deep roots of belonging and the work of preparation for the Spring which is around the corner.