New growth in the canopy

Oak trees don't burst into leaf at the first sign of spring. They bide their time, waiting on the right moment. They bud up in the canopy, far from the reach of you or me, as if they are a wee bit shy about the whole thing. I've had a bit of an implosion today, in that I was meant to do something involving other people, but didn't do it. Social events scare me more than anything. It's not logical I know.
The extra photie is the lovely poster produced fot this year's Belladrum Festival.