08/01/2026
I love everything about willow. There is nothing fast or rushed about it. Cuttings must be purchased, planted, tended, loved, weeded, watched over, harvested at the right time, sorted by length and variety, bundled, dried, stored, selected, soaked, mellowed and then, finally, woven into new forms, used, loved, and then, when no longer of use to humans, given back to the earth to be used by nesting insects, sheltering critters, broken down by fungi and finally returned to the soil.
It is beautiful in every stage: colorful new growth sprouting in spring, swallowtail butterflies laying eggs under leaves in June, long slender whips swaying in the August wind, yellow leaves fluttering down in Autumn, bright cheerful stems in December, sorting and bundling willow with freezing fingers in February, the feeling of possibility as a perfectly soaked bundle mellows, the repetitive click, click of weaving round and round. There is so much to appreciate about willow.