We all start small and grow from there…
This story makes me look differently at all the giant trees around me. They’re living connections with the days of our great-great-grandparents!
Cogswell says Joseph Plummer Sr. and his wife Jane “moved to this town immediately after the close of the Revolution…” [which would’ve been the early 1780s]… “Here they lived and died, and their children were born upon that place.” Β This daughter would have been either Mary or Sally, for whom no date of birth is given, but we can assume the story takes place in the 1780s.
I can’t help but notice that asΒ CogswellΒ wrote this (in 1880), the old willow was already a thing of the past.


And you too can do this and create art from this! Imagine planting both ends in a large hoop and watching it grow? Imagine making a tunnel of many hoops of varying sizes! Watch it grow into a lawn creature!
Don’t forget to punish your children with them first!