A Little Tree

I've blipped this tree (an oak?) many time in the past five years, but not once did I walk across the field to stand under it.

It was white in the morning - snow, not frost! As you can see, it is all gone again. But it was a cold day with a cold wind and walking against the wind was no fun. As soon as I turned my back to it, everything was just fine. No more November greyness.
Winter is here.

19:10; 2°C