I was thinking about trees and the idea of home. Wondering if my husband was a tree, which species he’d be. Immediately an oak tree came to mind – something about their beautiful leaf shape and wood grain, the magical acorns & their luxurious groundedness. Later I read about the Irish Tree Alphabet where the oak stands for strength, stability and nobility.

Can a dream dream? Is there a Beauty sleeping
in a tiny chamber of leaves and small twigs?
Norman MacCaig