A sunny but cold tree-hug this morning.
My new friend, a mature three-trunked tree - which I'd like to call a tree-o (trio) - growing along the edge of an old rock wall.
It was a peaceful spot to rest for a while.
I was surprised to see this rock wedged in place, a permanent part of the tree's body. Perhaps placed there years ago when the stonewall was being built and forgotten about.
Up above a proud tree-goddess displayed her confidence and natural beauty.
While this small tree-being called out to me from his secure bark-home..
A closeup view of a nearby fallen tree-hollow revealed an unexpected world of magical orbs and crystals. Message: Be safe. Rest within the stillness, peace and security of your boundaries. Listen for the still small voice. Enjoy the magic. Peace