Visited Mojave Narrows Regional Park in Victorville, California. Not the best place to go on a blazing hot summer day, but my favorite type of tree made the heat worth it. The park was a refreshing change of scenery.
I love Weeping Willow trees. Growing up in Southern California, we had a massive willow on the property. I’m sure my child eyes saw two stories, at least. It probably stood as tall as my father’s single story house.
My sister and I used to build forts under the drooping branches; the leaves were the perfect camouflage. I remember it would get hot within those heavy, leafy curtains. Miss that old tree.