The Whispering Willow and a Billowing Dream You know, sometimes the most marvellous ideas bloom from the simplest observations, don't they? I remember a blustery autumn afternoon, watching the wind play through a willow tree, its branches swaying, dipping, and then elegantly swelling in the middle before tapering off. There was such a gentle strength in that movement, a kind of fluid grace that just spoke to my soul. That image, that feeling of natural contour and organic flow, became the quiet starting point for something truly special, something that eventually took shape as our beautiful Ap...
