(Peering through the willow. August 2008. © Robin)
Sometimes a glance, a few casual words, fragments of a melody floating through the quiet air of a summer evening, a book that accidentally comes into hands, a poem or memory-laden fragrance may bring about the impulse which changes and determines our whole life.
~ Lama Govinda
It’s been awhile since I’ve seen a willow. Lovely, and serene capture.
Can I come sit there? I promise to be quiet.
Well, as quiet as a purple monster can be, anyhow.
I love that view. I’d like to come sit there and breathe in the fresh air!
Corina & Lannie: Come on over. I’ll set out some chairs for you. Will you need snacks and/or drinks?
Anna: Willows are one of my favorite trees. We planted (more than) a few on the property. This one pictured we found after tearing down the remains of an out-building that was nothing more than rotting wood and rusting nails. It was growing in the midst of the ruins. It’s been flourishing since we cleared away the debris and gave it room to grow.
Make mine iced tea, please.
Is it properly “iced” tea or “ice” tea? I’m never sure whenever I write it out. Hm.
I’m not sure either, Lannie. If you figure it out, let me know.
in reference to the quote..
do you think so? It’s an exhiliriating (and somewhat frightening) idea.
Yeah, I do think so. And it is…both of those things. Funny how that peaceful scene I posted with it doesn’t quite reflect the exhilaration or the fright, yet it seems like that’s how it happens sometimes. In one peaceful moment the whole world changes.
Maybe it’s just my mood today … but I don’t see that as an entirely peaceful scene, and I think it reflects the quote perfectly. It looks to me as though the willow is the guardian of the view, and opened that tiny window onto the lake just long enough for you to take the photo of what lies beyond. For someone else, perhaps the tree would have concealed the view instead of framing it.
Might not be your mood, David. It’s not an entirely peaceful scene. The water is rippling in the background from a brisk breeze. The willow (you’re right there, too — as the guardian of the view) is also being blown around a bit, too. There are days the willow hangs right over that opening.