
my willow tree
When I pass this willow tree on my walk around the water in the park, I always “lay hands”on it. Someone else paid homage yesterday.

quite content to wait to be photographed. A little boy was collecting snails nearby. He was pleased to have a look. He informed me, as, after a few moments the snake slithered off under a rock, that , “She’s going to see her baby”. So much for my assumption that we had been keeping company with “ a fellow”!
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