Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Thursday, June 7, 2012

A NEW DAY

                    [PHOTO SOURCE: National Geographic online images]
  

(7 Jun 2012 – When I wrote this last year, my thoughts flowed over the years passed and tears flooded my eyes with the memories of times gone by—never to return but as shadows in a surreal Heart. dht)




So, What will the hands of time say on that new day;
Where will I be when that day arrives;
When will the hand writer of destiny inevitably turn the pages towards me;

So, Is this the sunrise that will announce the first day of the rest of my new life;
Moving on is simple, it's what you leave behind that is NOT simple;
Memories are the only things that don't change;

My tears are just the words my heart uses to explain my pain;
Thank you for the giving me the best days of my life;
I'll never forget the times we once shared .. and

I'll always remember how much you once cared .. but
Now it's over and it's time to move on, .. to
A NEW DAY.

[-Dorothy Hazel Tarr]

  

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

INVISIBLE HANDS



(9 NOV 2011 -  The tears in my eyes are NOT really from sadness, but rather from Nostalgia, as I look in the back view mirror again at all that has passed and will never come again. dht) 



As I walk in the twilight of my Life, it seems as though the past somehow reaches out to me – holding me captive in time – with Invisible Hands.

Memories flood my senses and mist clouds my vision – my surroundings are muted as heartfelt images of bygone days fill my eyes.

Remembering people, places, and events and wishing they had not changed, died, or passed so quickly – OH, Nostalgia's Bittersweet Sting.
[Dorothy Hazel Tarr – 2011]



[Photo Source: Photos of a Family and Lost Love]



Friday, October 21, 2011

MEMORIES – The Unbreakable Bonds






















[Photos:   30 Nov 1963--Memories of my wedding, my spouse, my Heart. (GROOM-Dale Russell Jones Shoudy, GROOM Mom in Dark Blue and blond hair- June Grace Wolfe Jones Shoudy; BRIDE-Dorothy Hazel Tarr, BRIDE Mom in Light Blue and hat- Dorothy Helen Scott Tarr]


(The memories are fresh in my Heart, yet the images are as faded as these photos.  So many youthful hopes – unrealized and unfulfilled.  Love lost in the wake of passing years and tears.  However, for the Heart, there is no timeline.  dht-21 OCT 2011.)


As I behold all my treasured keepsakes and mementos,
my sense of déjà vu deepens. 
My Heart lives in the bosom of my past,
where memories of Family and Love reside.

If I close my eyes, I am transported once again
to a Time and Place all too familiar –
for I'm a frequent visitor
that is embraced in Welcome by my memories.

My visits are more frequent and
prolonged with each passing year. 
The simple pleasures of Hearth and Home –
strong lures.

 My memories – the unbreakable bonds of Homecoming.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

JUST DOWN THE ROAD OF LIFE

(I wrote this today, 1 Sep 2011, thinking about how the seemingly
IMPORTANT things and events in my Life, were but a faded memory
that only came to Call when a song, sound, smell, or visual brought
it to the Fore.)

*** JUST DOWN THE ROAD OF LIFE ***

"As I Travel farther Down the Road of Life, the view in the rear view
mirror takes on a different perspective.   What seemed a major event
at the Time, now seems but a 'bump in the road'!   I am what I am
Today, because of all the 'bumps' that challenged my Mind, Heart,
and Patience!"


{SPECIAL NOTE: Be careful what you ask for or pray for,
because if you PRAY for patience, in my experience you may
most definitely get more 'trials' and 'bumps' to weather,
to Test your Patience (and thereby give you more Practice).
Practice makes perfect - Practice makes Patience.
(AND, more Practice means you will get better at what
you strive for or pray for!!!) } !!! [dht-2011]



[Photo Source: National Geographic online images - Bodie, CA]

[Location Info for Bodie, CA, you can use this link
http://www.google.com/ to do an internet search for Bodie, CA ]

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

World Within Words – Unraveled

(I wrote this tangle, 24 Aug 2011, while trying to order my thoughts and realizing there are so-o many mysteries in Life's vast Realm that can never be understood, from the hollow pledges of others to the strange 'ports of call in the waters along our Life's Journey'. One thing is constant, though, and that's the 'last port' is the same for all. [dht-2011])

*** World Within Words – Unraveled ***

Day's Mysteries an intricate knot,
Whence attempts to unravel,
Prevail ere unresolved eclipse,
Whence nag Troubled Heart,

Whether confidences of Others,
Shared kindnesses of Kindred Spirits,
Whether hollow pledge spoken,
Or pledge rendered as token,

We yet go forth our Ports of Call,
Whence the Herald's Call,
We know the Tune,
Whence Journey's End looms.

[dht-2011]

[PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]

Sunday, August 21, 2011

AUGUST'S CANTICLE


In 21 Aug 2011, I was thinking about the poem #1068 written by my DNA Maternal Cousin Emily Elizabeth Dickinson.  There are many documented versions of this poem, and I have posted one version here. 

Since discovering my Family connection to Emily (we share the same many Great Grandparents Moses Payne (1581-1643)  and  Mary Benison Payne (1585 – 1616)),   I have been reading her writings and about her life and times.

Below is a short 'reply' to the poem #1068, that I wrote as if it were to be part of a letter that I would send to Emily.  As I have been reading her writings, I find them affecting me in different ways, and frequently I feel that she is writing to me, for our lives are similar in so many ways.  Anyway, here is the 'reply' that I would include in my letter to her.

"As August cools, Haunting Dreams of wild imaginings burn as blue flames, Memories ripe, cannot Ferment fast enough for the intoxicant Day Dreamer."
[-dht-2011, DNA Cousin to Emily Elizabeth Dickinson]

AND, below is Emily's poem #1068

Further in Summer than the Birds
Pathetic from the Grass
A minor Nation celebrates
It's unobtrusive Mass

No Ordinance be seen
So gradual the Grace
A pensive Custom it becomes
Enlarging Loneliness.

Antiquest felt at Noon
When August is burning low
Arise this spectral Canticle
Repose to typify

Remit as yet no Grace
No Furrow on the Glow
Yet a Druidic Difference
Enhances Nature now
[-Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, Poem #1068]

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When also thinking of August, one of my favorite songs comes to mind, "Scarborough Fair", a hauntingly beautiful ballad with powerful lyrics that are larger than a single voice, expressing a special message only the Heart hears.  [dht-2011]

Song History and Lyrics link
  
YouTube link
Scarborough Faire Canticle - Simon and Garfunkel {SONG and HYMN}

[PHOTO SOURCE: Renaissance Fair 1975 California with my daughter and myself dressed "haute couture"]

FOOTPRINTS ON MY HEART

(I wrote this, 21 Aug 2011, thinking how the treasures of my memories anchor me in the present, while at times impeding my Day's Journey. Living in the shadows of my past, haunting Dreams of Love, family, home, and passion, flee, leaving only their FOOTPRINTS ON MY HEART.)

*** FOOTPRINTS ON MY HEART ***

Thoughts adrift on Evening's Chill,
Senses teased by memories old.

Each breath increases awareness of environs,
Suggestive of a different path,
Echoes of Future's beckon.

Yet bonds of yesterday hold ransom,
Hampering fleeing memories.

Pains and fears awash the mind,
Whispers of the past surface,
Beneath the shifting sands of Time's Journey.

Abiding sadness permeates Day's Path,
Regrets a constant companion

[dht-2011]

[PHOTO SOURCE: Cousin L. J. Scott, edited]

Thursday, August 11, 2011

MEMORIES OF THE HEART

(I wrote this, 11 Aug 2011, thinking of my Life's Journey as a course with a beginning, middle, and ending, with each port in the course full of joyful and sad memories that I hold close in my Heart, each port in the course holding its unique essence—the whole making up the phases and faces of my Life.)

*** MEMORIES OF THE HEART ***

MEMORIES laced with Joy and Love tease,
as if having a tendresse for my Heart.

A smile of remembrance countered,

a faint melancholia, not wholly concealed.

TOO SOON Spring's Essence

so lush with rainbow delights,
melds into Summer's threshold.

Fall's Bounty yields a Harvest resplendent

at Winter's Tranquil possession.

The course complete—now

only MEMORIES OF THE HEART.

[dht-2011]


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[PHOTO SOURCE: GOOGLE online images]

[Photo Notes: CAN YOU FIND ... ?
Look closely at this photo to see if you can find
an elder male in Winter's shroud,
a grim reaper,
a young girl in Spring's delight,
a youth taking leisure,
5 shy Spring observers,
5 shy Winter observers,
a village,
some ships,
and two in a boat.]






Wednesday, August 10, 2011

WHERE DREAMERS WALK

(I wrote this, 10 Aug 2011, thinking of remembered days gone by and yet to come, where the DREAMS and hope of youth were full of sinew and vigor, enough to withstand the frailty of today, if I hold THEM close.)


*** WHERE DREAMERS WALK ***

 In the dark mist of night, my DREAMS are alive,
where sweet Promises of Love and Romance thrive.


 As a welcome visitor, I walk pathways of lore,
where once Life's Promises held treasures galore.

In the light of day, my DREAMS survive,
where day's bitter struggles threaten, yet revive.


 As Tomorrow draws near, I hold dear to my heart,
where once wistful reflections, delayed my start.

In the nostalgia of days bygone, my DREAMS mourn,
where hope's bounty deep, so spent on morn'.


As ever faith in Future's turn, I yearn for that missed,
where museful pondering, render potential's remiss.
[dht-2011]
 


[PHOTO SOURCE:  GOOGLE online images]


Wednesday, July 13, 2011

WHERE ONLY SHADOWS DANCE

(I wrote this, 13 Jul 2011, in a gray frame of mind, all too frequently occurring.  The "good times" in my life so far removed and their memory fading, seemed to go by too quickly.  Only now as I re-play those favorites,  do I feel I was not prepared to savor the precious few bright and clear moments. With misty eyes and wet checks, I try to recall happier times, despairing at the barriers that the 'bad times" cloud with melancholy.  SPECIAL NOTE --  My own writing offerings, I call " The Unrhyme Prose Poem Style". It is often serious, whimsical, thoughtful, fanciful, full of shadows and light, and of course Nature (birdies, flowers, and such). 

"Which of us, in his ambitious moments, has not dreamed of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical, without rhyme and without rhythm, supple enough and rugged enough to adapt itself to the lyrical impulses of the soul, the undulations of the psyche, the prickings of consciousness?”
[~ Little Poems in Prose, Charles Baudelaire]
)


The days at times are shrouded 
in unremitting shades of gray.

Dark shadows obscure
the corners of my life.

MELANCHOLY is as a shroud
that allows only gray scales of color –
NEVER the rainbow
rues of LOVE, JOY, HOPE, BELONGING...

The edges of memories blur –
their shape and texture mute –
with a blink of the mind's eye –
they recede.

How strange it seems
they happened Just As Quick
in their Time.

Now replaying those moments
over-and-over,
thoughts drift through Barriers
 NOT even Time's Gate Keeper can Deny.

The vast darkness
 so dense at times, 
the light cannot invade the Expanse
WHERE ONLY SHADOWS DANCE!

[~dht-2011]


[PHOTO SOURCE:  GOOGLE online images]

Saturday, June 25, 2011

LOVE -- Whispers

(I wrote this as a tribute, 25 Jun 2011, to my BELOVED daughter on her 47th Birthday. LOVE you sweetie !!)


Sometimes the threads of LOVE are a silent gesture, a bold token, a thoughtful gift, a sacrifice, a prayer, or whatever ... Woven together, these LOVE threads become a strong bond that can withstand the rigors of life and the tests of time. The bonds become the fabric of our life with all the texture, flourish, whimsy, faith, and strength that make our life rich and full.

Family Lore has many colors and patterns made from these fabrics and LOVE threads that WHISPER IN THE EAR of generations, reminders of our bonds to the past, the hopes of the present, and the promise of the future.
[~dht-2011]

[PHOTO SOURCE: My Photo, My Camera, My Maternal Gram's Peddle non-electric Singer Sewing Machine, that I learned to sew on -- GREAT MEMORIES !!  NOW, the machine is silent and unused; I miss my Gram every moment of every day!!]




                             [PHOTO SOURCE:  GOOGLE online images - quilting]



Saturday, January 15, 2011

THE PLEASURE - THE ROMANCE



A Family Tale—A living history

After we have "heard" a FAMILY TALE or STORY, it then becomes our responsibility to pass the story along to FAMILY and FRIENDS and our CHILDREN; for now we become the STORY TELLER, and have the sacred honor and privilege of passing it on to FRIENDS, FAMILY, and CHILDREN.

In this way, the STORY continues; for you see, a FAMILY TALE or STORY is only "alive" during the telling, listening, and sharing.

If it isn't being told, the STORY dies, FAMILY LORE is lost, and the richness of our lineage is diminished.

The death of a FAMILY STORY is something we must never let happen, for they are our sacred heritage entrusted to our care.

These STORIES are good, remember them, for they help to explain some of the mysteries that we find around us, some things that happen in NATURE, in the FAMILY, in FRIENDSHIPS, and in RELIGIOUS BELIEFS.


Family Short Story

In the early 1950s, when I was in Second Grade, I lived for a time with my Maternal Grandparents on the tenant farm they worked and managed in the Township of Pond, which is located near Delano and is in the Central part of California.  It was a flat farming area for miles around with one gasoline station, one store, one elementary school, and one "STOP" sign.  (Use GOOGLE to view this area from your computer and get an aerial perspective.) 

It was during this slice of my life that I learned some of the greatest lessons that would stand me throughout my journey on our heavenly earth!  I have SO MANY memories of just "ordinary" daily living.  Getting up early.  Making my bed.  Dressing for a day of play, school, or church.  Playing in the farmyard.  Watering the "truck garden" and outdoor plants.  Feeding the chickens, pigs, horses, cows, and pets.  Checking the mousetraps.  Sweeping the floor (we had NO vacuum cleaner).  Preparing a meal.  Doing dishes.  Clothing wash day.  "Ironing" clothes, table clothes, pillowcases, Grandpa's handkerchiefs and Gram's aprons.  Playing with my doll.  Cutting out paper dolls from McCall magazines.  Splashing in the farm pond.  Listening to radio soap operas and programs as The Long Ranger, Dick Tracy, Burns and Allen, Bob Hope, Milton Berle, and more.  Celebrating birthdays and other special days as Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.  These were the special days of my life that I remember today so fondly full of simple pleasures and the romance of discovery.

It seems sometimes the joy of life that comes with the simple pleasures and romance of daily living can be right in front of you, waiting to be noticed.  And, so much is missed in a hurried life, so that you can find yourself too busy to really enjoy the moment!

When my life gets too busy or my thoughts crowded, these simple pleasures are the first things I miss.  So an intimate awareness helps me slow down and "Stop and smell the roses".  Greeting the sunrise.  Celebrating a sunset.  Walking.  Gardening.  Painting.  Writing.  Listening to music.  Tuning into the rhythms of nature's symphony.  Connecting with dear ones.  This is living.  Slowing my pace allows me to savor the things that matter and feel fully present and real, just as I felt all those year ago living with my BELOVED Grandparents on the farm.

 There are moments in nature, when the simple pleasure of just listening to the frogs, ducks, and other nocturnal creatures rhapsodize of an evening, fill me to overflowing with enchantment.  Just this evening, I went out to enjoy the sunset after a beautiful day.  As the curtain of twilight lowered on the horizon, I began to hear the chorus of the Frog Colony that resides in the wild life reserve a short 200 yards from my front door, as they heralded the coming of the gathering darkness.  The romance of their chorus "lightened" the burdens of my day!

These are the simple pleasures of my life, the memories that stand out, the thoughts and actions that make my life feel very rich.

Sometimes the joy of life that comes with the simple pleasures and romance of daily living can be right in front of you, waiting to be noticed.  Some are so small that they could lie unnoticed right at your feet if your mind and body are racing and if you delay taking time to "Stop and Smell the Roses".

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Closing Thoughts

Here you have a Short Family Story of my BELOVED Maternal Grandparents.  This story began before they were born and continues after their passing, with their descendants and the many lives and hearts that they "touched". 

The testimony of FAITH, FAMILY, & FRIENDS that was the life of my WONDERFUL GRANDPARENTS is their legacy!! 

Grandpa and Gram, I LOVE and MISS you both every day of my life!
 
However, this is not the beginning for there are other family members that traveled this path before, and this is not the end for new generations are yet to come. 

This is just a short story for those family members that are interested in OUR FAMILY STORY and HISTORY.

I feel very honored to be a part of this FAMILY TREE. 
I love being a part of the history of this land. 
I love that my family were here before me ... and will be here after me.

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QUOTES

"At night I went out into the dark and saw a glimmering star and heard a frog, and NATURE seemed to say, Well, do not these suffice?"  [Ralph Waldo Emerson]

 "Stop and smell the roses" [Lyrics by Ringo Starr 1981]
"Stop and take the time to smell the roses,
Stop and take the time to fill your noses,
Stop as you stroll through life, ("pitter patter, pitter patter")
Stop and take the time to talk it over with your wife."
"Well, I was walking down the street the other day,
You know, and I said to myself, what's all this hurry,
What's all this hustle and bustle.
Why don't I just stop, look at the pretty roses,
Smell them for one moment, take the time to see,
Take the time to smell, have a good time in life.
Don't let ev''rything pass you by, you're only here once
And I've been here longer than most of you."
 
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Saturday, January 1, 2011

A LEGACY -- FAITH, FAMILY & FRIENDS

[PHOTO SOURCE:  Church of Christ, Delano, California, about 1942.  A photo from my box of family photos given to me by my Beloved maternal Aunt Gladys Iona Scott Dunlap (1892-1968).]

Family Short Story


In the 1950s (I was about 6 years old), I was living with my Maternal Grandparents LAUREL FLYNN SCOTT and (BETTY) MARY ELIZABETH BENNETT SCOTT on a tenant farm in the rural Township of Pond in Central California.  The first Church I remember attending was with my wonderful Maternal Grandparents at the Church of Christ in Delano, California.  The Church did not have a children's program or Sunday School, and the children stayed with the adults during services, so I sat with my Grandpa and Gram during the Church Service.  Sometimes I would fall asleep with my head in the lap of my maternal Gram Mary Elizabeth "Betty" Bennett Scott (1897-1980).  Many times, I sat on the floor at their feet and quietly played with coloring books. 
 
Going to that Church of Christ was not something we did every Sunday, for Grandpa worked VERY HARD on the tenant farm, and making time to travel the long drive to town was NOT always possible for a farmer.  (A photo of this Church of Christ taken about 1942 is posted here above.)

After Church service, everyone would leave the Church and assemble by the front door near or on the front door steps of the Church of Christ.  IF THOSE STEPS COULD SPEAK, how many stories would be heard!!!  While the grown-ups visited, I played with the other kids on the front lawn.  It seemed to me that the grown-ups took FOREVER doing their visiting and talking!!

 It was not until I was a grown-up, that I learned that my Grandpa Laurel Flynn Scott (1896-1979) and his older brother Raymond Cyril Scott (1894-1961) founded that small town Church of Christ, and that I appreciated the firm basis the Church was built on -- FAITH, FAMILY, & FRIENDS.

When I think about it now, I can almost "feel" how it felt to be a part of that Church and its close community!!  The testimony of FAITH, FAMILY, & FRIENDS that was the life of my WONDERFUL GRANDPARENTS is their legacy!!


Grandpa and Gram, I LOVE and MISS you both every day of my life!

Special Note

I used GOOGLE maps to see where the Church is now.  There was only one Church of Christ and it is located at 804 Jefferson Street, Delano, CA; (661) 725-3314.   

The "original" Church building -- in the above picture -- is no longer used by that Church.  When time permits, I am going to write the Church a letter and enclose a copy of this photo of the original Church of Christ; maybe they will have some interesting comments for me to add here!!


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Friday, September 17, 2010

FAMILY TREE -- Weeping Willow Tree

[PHOTO SOURCE: My photo, my camera, Weeping Willow Tree, Kilaga Springs, California]:

WEEPING WILLOW TREE on my Family Tree


Introduction:

This is a Short Intro for the digital photo above that I took at Kilaga Springs, Lincoln, CA.  It displays a WEEPING WILLOW TREE at sunrise with the sun just peeking over the horizon and through the boughs of the tree.
 
The Willow tree has been a special tree to me.  I have used it in my TARR FAMILY TREE (FamilyAlbum2010) on ANCESTRY to denote my direct male lineage.  (The female direct lineage is denoted by using the shadow portrait of my BELOVED daughter Rebecca Lynne Shoudy Richey.)

I love being a part of the history of this land – Mother Earth.  I love that my Family were here before me, and will be here after me.  While doing the genealogy research on my Family Tree, I have made some unexpected and exciting discoveries.
 
The Family has uprooted, moved across oceans and continents, and suffered losses and setbacks.  However, throughout it all, they have persevered to find new places to set down roots and grow strong.  The many Branches of the Family have spread across Europe and the Americas.

The many Family Members have been affected by political, economic, religious and health events during their particular passage of life on this land.  Likewise, the Family has left their "stamp" on this land and the people of the land.

The Family for the most part has been in occupations "close" to the land and many owned their own land.  There were a few of the Family that prospered monetarily and could be considered "wealthy".  However, for the most part, the Family have been low to middle income and worked hard for their "daily fare".  There were many Family Members with artistic abilities and talents, especially in writing, drawing, painting, sculpture, song, music, craftsmanship, speaking the word of GOD (the various ministers and such), and home arts (the various sewing, knitting, quilting, cooking skills, and the like).

But, most especially, there was the ability to LOVE and NURTURE and HONOR their Family and Friends and Neighbors.

I feel very honored to be a part of this FAMILY TREE, and the WEEPING WILLOW TREE seems to me to be the PERFECT symbol of our FAMILY.

(You can use GOOGLE search to find more info on the Willow Tree.)

SOME Historical and interesting notes on the Weeping Willow Tree:

In Literature:

Hans Christian Andersen wrote a story called "Under the Willow Tree" (1853) in which children ask questions of a tree they called "willow-father", paired with another entity called "elder-mother".  In J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter books, there is an old tree on the school grounds of "Hogwarts" called the "Whomping Willow".

Biological:

The roots are remarkable for their toughness, size, and tenacity to life, and roots readily grow from aerial parts of the plant.  Almost all willows take root very readily from cuttings or where broken branches lie on the ground.  The willow seeds are furnished with long, silky, white hairs, which allow the fruit to be widely dispersed by the wind.

In Medicine:

The leaves and bark of the willow tree have been mentioned in ancient texts from Assyria, Sumer, and Egypt as a remedy for aches and fever, and the Ancient Greek Hippocrates wrote about its medicinal properties in the 5th century BC.  Native Americans across the American continent relied on it as a staple of their medical treatments.  This is because it contains salicylic acid, the precursor to aspirin.

In Religion:

In religion, willow is one of the "Four Species" used in a ceremony on the Jewish holiday of Sukkot.  In Buddhism, a willow branch is one of the chief attributes of Kwan Yin, the bodhisattva of compassion.  Willow is also one of the "nine sacred trees" mentioned in Wicca and witchcraft, with several magical uses.  In the Wiccan Rede, it is described as growing by water, guiding the dead to "The Summerland", a commonly used term in Wicca to refer to the afterlife.  Christian churches in northwestern Europe often used willow branches in place of palms in the ceremonies on Palm Sunday.

Cultivation:

Almost all willows take root very readily from cuttings or where broken branches lie on the ground.  There are a few exceptions, including the Goat Willow (Salix caprea)) and Peachleaf Willow (Salix amygdaloides).  One famous example of such growth from cuttings involves the poet Alexander Pope, who begged a twig from a parcel tied with twigs sent from Spain to Lady Suffolk.  This twig was planted and thrived, and legend has it that all of England's weeping willows are descended from this first one.  I, myself, HAVE ALSO HEARD THE STORY of a walking-cane that was pushed into the ground, and a year later was 10 feet tall !!!

Other:

There is also mention of the WILLOW in poetry, art, photography, and manufacturing of products, forestry, and ecology.  Everyone remembers the Weeping Willow mentioned in many poems, songs, and stories because of its grace and beauty.  The Weeping Willow's grace comes from its sweeping, low branches that droop to create its familiar “falling” canopy.  A favorite among tree lovers for its dramatic appearance and rounded, weeping shape.  It is an excellent shade tree that is always in high demand.  This willow is one of the fastest growing shade trees, growing up to 10 ft. a year and reach 35 feet in diameter at maturity.  It thrives in Growing Zones 4-9, and has the ability to absorb standing water.  Plant it near trouble spots where water stands in puddles, and watch them disappear.  Even though Weeping Willows are often found near rivers, lakes and wetlands, they can grow just about anywhere, even demonstrating some tolerance to drought.  The willow is very adaptable to all kinds of soils and growing conditions, these trees can even help prevent soil erosion.

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