Ahhhw the weeping willow, my Aunt Martha had one in her frony yard. I got to spend a lot of time down there on summer hoilidays. The family would go for an over night visit. I would beg my Dad to let me stay for a while. Her willow's branches would sweep the ground, and it was our special place... 2 pics of some bullrushes in the ditch on the side of the road.