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.
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.