Tuesday, April 29, 2008



m grieco said...

Hope. Yes.
We must never loose "hope".

Lovely Photo
Lovely Rachel ;)

Kyddryn said...

When I was a little girl, there was a tree outside the school window that had the catkins in it. I loved petting them, running my fingers over them, and brushing my face against them, their softness like little kisses from the tree to me.

Such a soft and fragile seeming thing, hope...but it survives the brutality of Winter all the same.

Shade and Sweetwater,

RachelW said...

There was a willow tree in the yard of the home where I grew up. Much of the yard wasd forested, and the willow was the best climbing tree in the yard. I spent many hours holding onto that tree's smooth-rough bark, and the resinous smell of the tree and the feel of the soft catkins are still fresh in my memory.

My dad told me once that willows only live around 30 years. I thought this was very sad, and I mourned the tree which was already quite mature, even though it was still there, healthy and strong. I worried about the empty place the tree would leave when it died.