642 Things to Write About: My Neighborhood Trees

This week’s prompt is, “Name the trees that stood in the neighborhood where you grew up.”

I can see them clear as day, the three large willow trees that lined the driveway leading up to my childhood home.

Thomas, Robert and Smith stood on the right side of the driveway.  They were happy trees, with willow branches that smiled in the wind.  Then there were the twins, Jake and Samantha.  They were cranky willow branches that looked at the world as if it was a giant conspiracy theory.  Every time it rained or the wind blew, Jake and Samantha would lose it, literally!  My sister and I would spend our weekends, collecting Jake and Samantha’s branches and lugging them off into the far corner of our yard where our father would light the ceremonial torch, burning them into the ground.

Jake and Samantha always complained about having bad hair days.  They never smiled in the sun or when a gentle breeze would tickle past them.  Cranky bastards!

Thomas, Robert and Smith were my favorite.  They rarely lost their tempers when a storm blew through. They soaked up the moisture as though it was a hot shower after a long day. I miss those trees.  But, I’m glad I don’t have to pick up the branches and lug them into the backyard because, wow!  That was such a pain.

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