I have a love/hate relationship with weeping willow trees. My home growing up had a large willow in the backyard which my friends and I enjoyed climbing and taking solace in its shade on hot summer days. The fall brought hours and hours of racking and picking up the small sticks the willow dropped. The first house I owned had a huge weeping willow in the front yard. It kept the house shaded in the afternoons and my girls would play in among the long leaves touching the ground. Those darn sticks kept me busy after every wind storm, however.
My current home does not have willows nearby so when I visited the Onondaga Lake Park near Syracuse, New York last night, this majestic weeping willow caught my eye in the warm light of the setting Sun. Willows are the first to leaf out each year so they stand out until the rest of the trees follow suit in early May.
Maybe later this summer, I’ll return to this tree with a book to sit in it’s cool shade as sounds of the lake and kids playing nearby take me back to the days of my youth.