I loved those trees and would spend hours reading beneath their drooping boughs. When it was hot, my cousin and I would use the branches to swing from one side of the river to the other our legs dragging along in the cool water.
On a recent bicycle trip around the lovely Bodensee in Bavaria, I was enchanted by this old willow. It reminded me of my childhood and I had to put both poem and sketch in my journal. Lovely to share that with you.
underlying structure more easily.