It may be hard work getting the stuff cut, sorted, bundled and safely inside; and it’s certainly bitterly cold at the moment, but on a day like today the willow looks completely wonderful.
A miraculous transformation takes place sometime in the autumn and I’m still not sure exactly when. From a more or less uniform greenish colour, the stems of each variety take on that variety’s particular colour – reds, greens, purples, yellows, browns. Each year I forget to watch closely enough to see it happen and actually each year it’s slightly different.
This year the yellows and reds are particularly vivid – or maybe that’s just how they seem on such a piercingly cold and dazzling morning.
Although much of the willow is spoken for already, we do have some for sale, so do get in touch.