St Mary the Blessed Virgin Parish Magazine March 2026
Tree of the Month: The English Oak
In Latin I am Quercus. I am the mighty oak, the king of the woodland, a pillar of hard timber and deep reaching roots. My bark is a thick rugged skin of greyish brown, deeply furrowed with age for I can live for 300 or more years. My wood is hard and durable. My seed is the small acorn which sits in its own cup. Humans have a saying: 'From tiny acorns mighty oaks grow.' How true.
I am home to hundreds of animal species from tiny beetles and caterpillars to squirrels and birds, like the jay who bury my acorns for their winter foodstore. Humans have long revered me. They call me a symbol of strength and endurance. They tell tales of their ancestors. The ancient Druids held sacred gatherings under my spreading green canopy in which they conducted strange rituals. They sought wisdom from the white mistletoe berries that grow high up in my branches.
Many of my relatives form an oak woodland known as Sherwood Forest where, it is said, Robin Hood and his merrie men hid from their enemies in their green-leaved branches. The oak trees of Sherwood Forest are over 500 years old and the Major Oak is twice that age. They are so old that their memories cannot be relied on to be historically accurate, so this story may be true, maybe not or it could be partly true. I'll leave it to you, dear reader, to make your own mind up.
We oaks also have royal connections. Another relative of mine, whose memory can be relied upon, saved King Charles II who also hid from his enemies in its green boughs. This historical event is remembered each year by people who wear a sprig of oak leaves in their lapels. If you don't know the shape of my leaves then take a look at the National Trust logo for it is formed of oak leaves.
Looking down from my great height, for I can grow to 130 feet, I see humans rushing around like tiny ants while I remain steadfast. I am part of their history. In Medieval England they crushed galls from oaks, made by tiny wasps, to make ink to record their history. They cut my ancestors down to make planks and beams to build their homes. The ships in the English navy were originally built from English oak trees and, to this day, the official March of the Royal Navy is called 'Heart of Oak'.
It is believed that my acorns are carried by people as good luck charms to protect them from illness and from being struck by lightning. In Celtic mythology we are supposed to be the favourite dwelling place for fairies.
Peter Bourne