It’s very unusual this year here. Some trees have already lost their leaves, others of the same species are still green. I went out today to see the larch and found it to be that way with them too. The trail was golden from their needles in places while just a few hundred yards away the trees were very bright still.
When I think of willows, I always think of the large weeping willow trees of Iowa. These are so different, and so beautiful. I’m sure the leaves on our willows changed color some years, but I remember them mostly just falling off. If they had achieved color like this, I surely would have remembered them!
There were weeping willows in New York, too, but long after moving to Texas I learned that that species evolved in China and was cultivated for thousands of years in other parts of Eurasia. The species name Salix babylonica tells what one of those places was.
You’ve reminded me of Psalm 137. This translation and commentary on the willows in verse 2 is quite wonderful. I especially like the fact that the citations are called “Explanatory Notes and Quaint Sayings.”