“Oh, Trees, Trees, Trees...wake. Don’t you remember it? Don’t you remember me? Dryads and Hamadryads, come to me.”
- C.S. Lewis
Dryads have come up a couple times in the comments on my posts over the last week. I was not familiar with the term so, fellow Steemian, 
I did a little more research and discovered that the Greek root, drys, means oak so, originally, the word dryad referred specifically to nymphs occupying oak trees. Later on, the term was used in a broader sense. These spirits took the form of a beautiful, shy young women who were thought to live only as long as the tree they called home.
Dryads can be found throughout literature in the works of Milton, Coleridge, Keats and, of course, J.R.R. Tolkein and C.S. Lewis.
I encountered all of these oak trees hiking at Fort Ord National Monument and they made me think of
You should check out her blog where you will find the post
of her in a frozen forest...absolutely stunning!
I enjoyed my journey through the trees as well as learning a little Greek mythology along the way. Thanks for coming along!
This is my contribution to #treetuesday as it has been proclaimed to be by 
