ellana | (no subject)

Dad,
Chopping my weeping willow into itty bitty pieces until all that's left is about two and a half feet of stump.
Is just plain.
Unforgivable.

I love that tree dangit, what did it ever do to you? Huh? HUH?

::rage::

I know you're not dead just yet, my lovely, but please rest in peace even as you lay in pieces. T_T

I've always loved weeping willows and back when I had this fascination with imaginary holiday creatures, I mistakenly though we had received it as a gift on St. Patrick's Day as a child from the tricksy little elves. So yeah, I have always taken a special liking to "my own" willow because I knew one day it would be big and gorgeous and drop all the way to the ground in sweeping cascades. Big enough so that I could swing from its branches if I wanted. Climb it even. It never made it. =/

So much for keeping it around.