Back at my childhood home, there was a magnificent willow at the front of the yard. It was massive!
I grew up playing under that willow and it was magical. I loved it in summer when no-one could see me through the curtain of leaves.
I felt like a princess climbing its branches, and my imagination ran wild as I made up stories and fantasy lands.
The willow was my favourite place; it was a place of beauty and wonder and it felt like home.
Sadly, when the house was sold, the willow was cut down. But this weeping willow will always be one of my special memories.
The willow symbolises to me the heart of a journal.
A journal is a place where you can be yourself. It’s a place where you can let your imagination run wild. It’s a place where you can be creative and express yourself. It’s a place where you can document your memories, keep your treasures, and record your life. It’s a place of beauty and wonder. And it’s a place that feels like home.