Here’s one of my favorite trees, a tall willow behind our house, on a rather cloudy day yesterday. The tree suffered winter storm damage a few years ago — an almost horizontal branch cracked, broke and fell into the snow — but it’s beautiful still.
And here’s the road up the hill behind the willow. The end curves away out of sight (at least until the leaves drop). A metaphor for the paths we’re all on? Sure. And it’s also — and first — a road. I’ll update the pictures as the changes come.
A Druid Way 