n the yard, behind my building, a willow tree grows. In ancient times, it was believed that the mourning willow dropped its branches to protect and hide the Mother of God when she fled from the persecutors with Jesus. It was huge, it covered the stairs and bothered to pass there, so they cut it almost to the ground. Only the remaining stump is visible. I was sorry she was gone, but she began to grow from the stump. It has grown a lot, but it is not as big as it was before they cut it. The first and second picture are mine, and the third is from the internet, and you can see its beauty there.