Willow-magic centres on the seeds being ripe and the leaves being green. Here in the valley, the sap has barely risen yet, tips of the buds only just showing silver at the end of this cycle of the moon. I must have mis-remembered spring last year when planning out this calendar project.
Aside from all the exhaustion of moving, the seasonal lack of green willow boughs and catkin wool has limited what I could do with willow from a practical perspective. The Moon-ruled willow, perhaps more than many other trees, lies dormant in the dark days of the year, but is all the more vibrant as it slowly waxes green. Anyone who has spent an afternoon by the dreaming beneath willows at the water’s edge – or watched a performance in the green sanctuary of the living willow theatre – knows the enchantment of these trees in the fullness of their leaves.
I am lucky enough to live in an area where willow weaving and charcoal-making is practised and taught. One of my post-lockdown dreams for the year is to attend some weaving workshops and learn to make my own foraging basket. And local willow charcoal, made from the shoots of such a vigorous regenerative tree, seems like an excellent medium for sketching out my place-based dreams.
Meanwhile, as willow slowly wakes, alder and hazel are already dancing with catkins in the hedgerows. From this point onwards, the cycle of the moon before the vernal equinox will be dedicated to one of these more wakeful trees.