Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Oh dear, weeping willows are my favorite trees ever, that doesn't bode too well, does it?
Anne, they're my favorite too. There's something supernatural about them. The way that they move. The way that they sound. They're the only tree that I could ever relate to (almost human). That explains the choice for the tombstone: the tree is eternally grieving. It's kind of cool.
Kind of twisted, I'd agree. But oh, how I love to walk through cemetaries; the older the stones the better.
Anne, a touch of melancholy never hurt anyone!Kara, I agree. Weeping willows are a unique presence.LiveWire, welcome! Old cemeteries are the best. I'm fortunate to have come across more than a few. I wish the Victorian stones weren't so badly weathered. It's frustrating not being able to read the epitaphs!
i was always told that if you plant a weeping willow someone in your family will die...it was either five years later, or within five years.
Anne, any idea where that saying came from? I've never heard it. Very intriguing.
jason, my mother's family always talked about that in very hushed tones. they were/are irish and swedish. i know that both of my grandparents on that side of the family died very young after a willow tree was planted. i was really little, so i don't remember if it was five years later, or within 5 years. i think it's within. after my grandfather died ( i think he planted the first tree), my grandmother said it was superstitious nonsense, then planted the willow that supposedly led to her demise.
they were/are irish and swedishThat's what I was curious about. I wonder if the willow tree superstition has certain cultural roots (no pun intended).my grandmother said it was superstitious nonsense, then planted the willow that supposedly led to her demiseOuch. That's definitely what would happen to me.
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