October 12, 2004
When I was young we had a majestic old willow tree. Planted by my grandmother about 50 yards from the house, it lived out by the road tangled in the electrical lines and covered an area about 40 feet across. The thing was a monster. Beneath it's silver and green canopy we could stand, sheltered from the sun and unseen by parents, hidden in the ground sweeping branches. It forked close to the ground and was easy to climb. So it's brittle branches became the home for our forts and our aerial play. It was one of our favorite toys.