Under The Willow


There was a willow tree in the Green’s side yard. It was big and Mrs. Green had convinced Mr. Green to let the branches grow long and dangle down to the ground.

Mrs. Green held her warm cup of mocha in her hands and tiptoed outside. She felt a calm, quiet, childlike joy deep down inside of her. She walked over to the willow. It was like an old familiar friend. She slowly parted the branches like a curtain, and peeked in, as she had done a million times before. She stepped into the room, made of roots, and moss, and leaves, and pale green dappled sunlight. Under the tree sat a few small, cherished pieces of furniture. It was not fancy, just a bench, a round table, and chairs. Yet these few old finds had been a part of memory’s made to last a lifetime and beyond.

She brushed off the leaves from the small round table, and sat in her favorite chair. The chair bounced slightly up and down, almost by instinct, as if it was happy to see her. She sat and took a deep breath. There was a great sense of gratitude and peace under the willow. Today it was especially so. Easter was tomorrow and this was her first spring outing out to this special place. Mrs. Green wanted to take it all in. So she sat.

Mrs. Green was often quiet over the few days leading up to Easter. Grace humbled Mrs. Green. The gift of Grace was beyond her comprehension. Yet she felt deeply grateful. Sometimes there were just no words.

Copyright Terri Neagle Donaldson 2015

Terri Neagle Donaldson and Stressfreestories, 2015. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Terri Neagle Donaldson and Stressfreestories with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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