For many years, when someone asked what tree I thought represented me, I’d say I was an Oak. Oaks have strong roots. They withstand anything that’s thrown at them by standing tall m. They are unmoving in the face of adversity.
But as I’ve got older, I’ve realised that I’m more of a Silver Birch. Tall, willowy and able to move with the things that are thrown at them.
I saw this one as I was walking to the yard today to see Buddy and fetch my lorry. Reminded me that we’re all different and our beliefs can change over time.