They say it takes 300 years for an oak to grow, 300 for it to live and 300 for it to die. 900 years! Live on Mighty Oak.
My willow is only about 100 years old. But it’s over 50 feet tall and has a majestic tent-like spread. Like the oak, it is the stuff of fairies and trolls and deer and foxes, Mr Toad and Ratty.
I feel so content under this tree.
I feel so content under trees.
The blood in my veins is resin. The very roots and timber and branches of my heart feel the willow. It’s amazing.
Grow on willow, grow on.
Photographed and written for the weeping willow but also for the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge.