Willow is my nickname. I have explained the origin of the name before but I will tell the story again. I suppose I was Willowy in my youth but that is not why I'm Willow. When I was working at a summer camp every staff member had to take the name of a bird to use during the camp weeks. Because I have blonde (yellow) hair and am short of stature, I chose the finch but I didn't want to be called Finch, so I researched different kinds of finches and found there is a Willow Finch. Hence, the name Willow was chosen.
I do like the willow plant and have had willow trees and bushes in my gardens.
My Wascally Wabbit likes willows, too.
If you are acquainted with me at all, you will know that I love wool.
I am interested in weaving, and the history of all woollen textile crafts. These whorls caught my attention in a museum in Oxford.
I love to walk in the woods.
I enjoy walks by the water.
What fun it is to find walks by the water where willows grow.
I enjoy walks in the Western wilderness.
Wiley Coyote will wander back into the woods if you get too close.
I love to wade in the waves.
windmills, wagons, werewolves, warlocks, wagers, whisper, wiggleworm, wasp, wigwam, wart, well, wheel, wisteria, whistle, weep, wail, waxwing, whale, wheat. I could go on and on, but you get the way my mind works.