
We grew up with a weeping willow in our backyard. I loved getting tangled in the low-hanging branches, I would hide beneath it, and wrap myself up in the green tendrils, making it almost impossible to escape. I've since learned that the weeping willow was a Victorian symbol for mourning.

Here's a few contemporary versions of the weeping willow. First, an organic cotton weeping willow pillow by Enhabitan:

Weeping Willow Hand Dyed Batik Infant T-Shirt by Potomac River Goods:

Weeping Willow Rubber Stamp by Wood Cellar Graphics:
