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| Crooked Willow |
This willow tree fascinates me. We planted the small twig of a thing the year our youngest son was confirmed.
In the summer the branches dip to the ground creating the perfect place to sit on a blanket and pretend. I can do that because I’m a writer, otherwise people might think it a bit odd to see an woman under the tree staring up at this:
The way the branches twist and turn makes me think of mind mapping a story. The outer beauty of the tree makes me think of people. The way we present a nice outside appearance, but inside we’re twisted, knotted and dying in ways no one knows about.
Wendell doesn’t see all of the things I do.
He sees birds.
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posted by Diana Lesire Brandmeyer
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Oh, how great! I love willows, and the connection you made of the branches / mind map is great! –So is Wendell!
WOW! I had no idea a weeping willow would grow that quickly!
And yes, I got to Wendell's perspective on the situation and cracked up. : )
Glad I made some of you laugh at the end.
Diana, what a wonderful dream. I could see a willow as a great wedding spot. Now I have a book idea running through my mind. 🙂
Laury, it would be fun to have another writer sit under the tree and make up stories with me. 🙂
Willows are lovely trees! Love how you switched gears at the end! I LOL-ed!
What an awesome tree! I would love to sit under it and think with you or look at the birds with Wendell:) Both sound very relaxing…
I've always had a thing for willows… dreamed of getting married under one as a girl 🙂 Love the kitty at the end.
Oh, I LOVE willow trees. One of my favorite summertime places was under my grandmother's willow tree. Wonderful post and sweet memories!
You had me in deep thought and nailed me with the Wendell comment! I loved it!