60. I Love ... Willows

Especially the weeping ones

that bend over a river.

They are mysterious and

as if they are hiding something
or protecting
something.

They are enhanted.

Enchanting.

They are grand and huge and ancient.

They cast immense shade 

that gives refuge

from the heat

to a host of creatures.

Shelter for the spirit.

Willows say

'Summer'

to me.

They say picnics.

They say 'Sit by the river.'
Quietly.
Restfully.

When we moved to the farm there was 

something 

in the field that barely stood taller than the grass.

Brian cut around it

and we watched it grow

into a tree.

For many years I wrapped it in plastic guards,

painted it with tar trying to save it

from the ravage of the donkeys.
It has grown inspite of them.

It's huge now,

happy that we gave it a pond.

Happy to shelter our

grandbabes.

It's not weeping
It's
will-ing.