I’ve always admired the graceful beauty of a willow tree with its long thin branches dancing in the slightest breeze. Maybe it’s because I lived in Los Angeles for a number of years where most of the trees (palm) looked like a telephone pole sporting a spike hairdo.
About 10 years ago, I found a young willow at a roadside nursery, plunked down twenty bucks and hauled the skinny thing home. I planted it in the side yard and watched it grow quickly into a mature tree. Our side yard runs along the street and sidewalk. It was not unusual for passersby to comment on how pretty the tree looked. The neighbors across the street frequently commented how much they enjoyed it from their back patio view.
Last summer and fall we had a long dry spell that went on for months. It continued into the fall and all the trees dropped their leaves early. I wondered about the willow because I’d observed over the years it was one of last to shed its leaves in fall and last to leaf out come spring.