I’ve been writing these nature columns for many years, and I hope to write them for years to come, but sometimes the writing ...

The blending colors of the leaves and the textured bark, and the dreamy atmosphere of the painting brought me back to my countryside house in Normandy where a weeping willow stood tall. Under this ...

When the kids were growing up, we had a giant weeping willow tree in the backyard. It was a magnificent specimen with long, graceful branches that swayed in the breeze. It was also a magnificent mess.

When the kids were growing up, we had a giant weeping willow tree in the backyard. It was a magnificent specimen with long, graceful branches that swayed in the breeze. It was also a magnificent mess.