Five Sisters

I'd been on a long run and sat with these five oaks, whose crowns are shaped such that the wind treats them as one large oak.

For some reason, the name "The Five Sisters" came to me. Well, the five is obvious enough. And there is some serendipity:

The Five Sisters of the Welsh / Celtic landscape

There are various Celtic and British folkloric traditions in which groups of sisters become landscape features — hills, stones, springs, trees, stars. “Five Sisters” survives particularly strongly as a landscape naming pattern. The famous Five Sisters of Kintail in Scotland, for instance, are five mountain peaks associated in local legend with five sisters who were transformed into mountains. There are several different versions of the story, including one in which the sisters await the return of five brothers.

This one might be especially interesting for you because the sisters aren't merely characters in a story: they become landscape.

Nice. The trees said, "We can catch water from the wind. We can dry your tears. We can cure everything!" On further questioning, regarding this last point, the trees admitted that, no, they can't, but they can offer me sanctuary while I am there. Which is something.

I noted some of the fine details of the largest oak, the one on the right.

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And, as I walked away, I noticed how the shadows of the trees undulate across the old ridge and furrow.

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While a badger trail cuts through the dried out pasture.