Whispering Willow

As a child I was always fascinated by weeping willows. I found them so romantic, their long fronds caressing the ground, and creating a quiet alcove to read and relax. Usually found by streams in Iowa, the creek side setting seemed to add to the ambiance.

Last weekend found me spending a few moments under the willow tree, doing nothing but relaxing. It was so pretty as the sun filtered through the leafy tendrils. I could imagine picnics, teddy bear teas, or reading a good story in the shade. Just napping was heaven.

This week the skies have been filled with smoke from all of the fires in the area. The sun often looks a dark orange and is very eerie. Even the moon has been orange on a few of the nights! I was up in the hills today, and was amazed at how "socked in" we are! The expansive view of the valley and the bay is currently nothing more than a few houses.

I had a dream this week that it rained and everything was clean again. I miss the blue skies and golden sun. Hopefully the sky will clean up soon. Until then, I will relax under the willow.