All a green willow, willow;
All a green willow is my garland.
From A ballad of the green willow by John Heywood c.1497-1580 English Dramatist
The weeping willow on Much Wenlock’s Church Green is in spring cascade mode.
For more about John Heywood see Regina Jeffer’s post England’s First Great Dramatist HERE.
Tish Farrell 
I have always liked these trees.
fabulous, one of these days our willows will be this size . . . well if the next occupants keep them they will be
The one in the pic had to have a truly radical prune (as in chop) a year or so back. But it hasn’t stopped it!
Prunes don’t seem to bother them!
No. Not in the least.
Spring cascade mode is the best for a willow!
It is, isn’t it.
Definitely!
Beautiful. In a lovely village too.
Thank you, Susan.
They really are beautiful, aren’t they? There was one by the small lake near our house in Illinois and I always enjoyed seeing it.
janet
There aren’t like any other tree I can think of either.
These are so lovely in their new spring green dresses.
Such a spritely green, isn’t it, and beautifully wafty in the April winds.
Ah, that willow green I so adore – it even made it into a poem about the color Green I wrote! Thanks for capturing it so well…
Hello Annette. So lovely to hear from you. I found you in my spam file – on a chance visit there just now. It is indeed a wonderful green. You feel it ought to be possible to absorb it through one’s pores for some internal green washing-infusing.
yes, absorbing the green through the pores would be my favorite technique 🙂
You know, you just reminded me that I haven’t seen a willow tree since we moved up here. Maybe they don’t grow this far north. They used to grow in New York — before they paved everything.
Well since you raised it I had to have little look. It seems Salem has European willows and near the ocean too: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salem_Willows
How special, Tish. Graceful, indeed.