On the day I sat with the Wayfinder Oak, I looked out over the reservoir as gulls flew, glittering the trees across the water with their whiteness. A cormorant skimmed the gunmetal grey of the water before a gentle rise to cross the causeway. Swans sailed, animated pedalos, never far from the shore. A flock of lapwings landed on the water near the Lodge. Crows swam across the sky and the small birds shot from the hedge that runs east-west to the one that runs north-south. I wondered if they wanted to be in the light of the declining sun.
White butterflies caught my eyes and the sound of something buzzing, high-pitched caught my ears.
I heard tits and crows. A robin somewhere. A blackbird chuckling. The gulls and a mallard's raucous laughter.
I'd had to push myself to come here. So tired, I was, but the peace and the warmth of the tree were soothing.
On the way back to the car, in the distance, a brushstroke of poppies.
Nice work painting the moments with the tree. I like how the crows "swam across the sky" and that photo of the poppies against the sky.