The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame's children's tale of Mole & Ratty, Toad, Badger & The Chief Weasel thrilled me as a young Scribe. I so wanted to disappear, sometimes, into the Wild Wood. Grahame's message of forgiveness & compassion still resonate with me today.Today's lesson is about the power of Spring. And yes, it does have a metaphorical Weeping Willow at its center.
Ella Numera Una's friendships are vast; her loyalty runs deep. So it was not without a great deal of sadness that she & The Boy called it quits last week. I promised I wouldn't go into it; wouldn't dwell on the parting of the ways. I've tried to be supportive, to be "there"; to render advice; sometimes when asked, most often when not.
I know there's a good chance that the young man reads some of the words I write in this space. So, if you're tuning in, dear, I hold no grievance, no antipathy, no anger. But you also need to know that even though she's sad, my chica is moving on.
So, what about the potted Weeping Willow in the snap above?
Our neighbors hosted a stunning, 40- to 50-foot willow at the end of our street. It blew down in a horrific wind storm 3 years ago. Owing to my "green thumb" & all, I decided to take cuttings and try to root them.
The result was a beautiful Bonsai-type, miniature Weeping Willow, which resides on my deck. And when the chica moved into a new apartment last Fall, I made some cuttings, rooted them & sent them along to Madison, Wisconsin. The result is Willy the Willow, perched at the top of this post.
Willy, though, is a deciduous tree; he loses his leaves in winter. Una became alarmed at the rapid retreat of greenery. Willy, she said, ended up looking like a collection of sticks stuck in some dirt on her back deck. She took him inside to try to rehabilitate him, but he chose to lie dormant all winter.
Spring has arrived in Wisconsin, though, along with the promise of new & exciting adventures ahead. Willy is back out on Una's deck. We went to the gardening store yesterday & acquired a new pot and some fresh soil. Willy now has a new home. And he's already showing signs of renewal, with a couple of small green leaves sprouting on one of his brown, stick-like branches.
As we grow, we learn about life. Even The Chief Weasel from The Wind in the Willows acquired some knowledge in that allegorical tale. Una now knows that in order to grow, sometimes we need to shed our leaves. But Spring always brings new growth. And I'm awfully glad of that.