There are so many greening pleasures in this Polish spring, but none delight me quite so much as willows. They offer delicate curtains in front of the landscape, or behind portraiture, and each day the curtain becomes denser. There are willows in Australia, but there they’re a curse, clogging up waterways and turning streams to sand. Here, I can enjoy them and the nostalgia they evoke. When the twins were tiny, I used to walk them from the old apartment up to Park Morskie Oko. I’d decant them on a rug on the grass beside the lake now slowly filling. Then, they were immobile, just beginning to crawl, although even then Maja showed a frightening turn of speed when she saw a duck. Now they are a blur in the distance as I pause to capture the airiness of the willow.
This is my contribution to the 7 day nature challenge begun by Ulli. Thank you for passing the challenge on, Gilly.
Ah, I love the gentle airy drape of a willow!
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Will you ghost-write my posts for me please???
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But I’m not as good at prose as you!
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How do I know? You don’t write much except in comments, and I often wish I’d I’d what you write.
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No, it was my original intention to write more (in blog posts), but somehow it hasn’t happened yet!!
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Yes they are wonderful trees, beautifully described by your writing. I saw one at the weekend but there were too many people around to photograph it. You’ve made up for that, thank you 🌿
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We take the twinlets to pre-school somewhere between 8.30 and 9.00, far too early for Polish crowds!
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Beautiful. I love the way you describe them.
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Thanks – I always particularly like praise for my words!
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Wonderful willows, Meg, coupled with the wistful fleeting word-glimpse of swiftly growing-up twins.
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It’s strange how many of my ghosts live in Warsaw.
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I love the wispiness! 🙂 Not easy to capture, Meg. 🙂
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Point. Shoot. Crop. That’s my recipe! Oh, and take J with me as alerter to beauty that I miss.
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Crop!!! Almost never, though I often should 🙂 🙂
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Almost always!!!
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It doesn’t show 🙂 🙂
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Love the willows Meg. I always regretted it when they turned out to be pests in Australia. Somehow that designation robbed them of their beauty in my mind.
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Exactly my sentiments. I always think of the river on the way to Bemboka / Bombala when I think of their effects (combined with over-grazing) – a San wilderness with a trickle.
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My English background means I have always loved the name of weeping willows and love how you describe them Meg, and again your photos have captured their charm.
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