Tree of hope

Often in the last few months, I have sat out in the garden having morning coffee and looked up at this tree (and the sky beyond it) to find strength and courage for the treatment I was going to have in hospital. And while I'm not sure how much of those two qualities I managed to summon up, I did always find hope. I think this may have something to do with the fact that as a child in Scotland, I would often look up at the sky and watch the planes in the sky (and in the evenings, planes bound for Heathrow do fly past this tree in the picture) and feel excited and uplifted by them.