Wind in the Willows

There were two beautiful old willow trees growing behind the yurt.  One fell a few weeks ago in a windstorm.

Gavin had just finished limbing up the fallen tree when we had more strong winds, and the second willow fell during the night.

Both trees were quite rotten, and this one is encircled with a wrist-thick poison ivy vine.

We have buried several of the young green limbs hoping they’ll take root and we’ll have willows again someday.