When I grew up, my neighbor had a huge weeping willow tree and I remember its' beauty of course, but what really stays with me was the sound it made when the wind blew through it on a quiet summer day. The swoosh of those magnificent limbs often pop in my head when I'm now swinging in my hammock. Funny what memories pop up with sights, sounds and smells, isn't it?! :) Thank you for this one!