From the inside, looking out:
Thankfully, we have an old swamp willow tree on our property, and from it we've propagated about twenty young willow trees (plus one lovely weeping willow tree grown from a slip a friend gave us).
|The "mother" willow looks pathetic because|
she was hacked of many limbs today.
|This is her stump, which fell over years ago.|
|Our stand of little willow trees|
|Our one pretty weeping willow tree|
In addition, we live in a place damp enough that, if you stick a willow slip in the ground, it will grow into a tree.
Today's work looks like this:
But within a month these sticks will have leafed out, and in a year they will have grown at least 6 feet. We will trim any branched growing the wrong ways, and begin to weave the branches together into the dome. I want seating inside, and maybe candles of some sort, or lanterns.
But in the end, this willow dome is for one purpose: for grandchildren to play in. So we must get a start now!