As a child, I would build forts under the branches of our beautiful old weeping willow. Its limbs were often tied together to form a swing. This beautiful tree provided a haven from the sweltering summer heat and humidity. Decades of many wonderful memories... Weepingwillow, The Ponds, Nature, Willow Trees, Green, Weeping Willow, Beautiful, Places, Favorite Trees
contrast... Thou hast existed as a part; thou shalt disappear into that which produced thee. This, too, nature wills. Pass then through this little space of time conformably to nature and end thy journey in content, just as the olive falls when it is ripe, thanking the tree on which it grew and blessing the nature that gave it birth.