Willows are one of my favorite kinds of trees. When I was little, I would come outside and talk to this one, like it was Grandmother Willow from Pocahontas. And before I got too big, I would swing from the branches, like I'm pretending to do in the first two pictures. Now they just crack when I hang from them.
Just because it's customary, I should probably address the looong break I took from my very new blog. There's only one explanation: school. But tomorrow's the last day, and Wednesday is my last exam. I'm thrilled to say the least.