It is used in installations that produce heat and electricity. The energy produced this way is cleaner than energy from coal and does not generate as much harmful substances and is based on rapidly developing natural fuels. Willow is the only willow species currently expanding its area.

Willow trees were planted in wetlands for a good reason, they aided in the drainage of the land, acting as pumps to pull excess water out of the ground. Willows planted near rivers provided a natural barrier during floods, stopping the bowels during thaws. Gill branches were used as fuel, wickerwork, broom and fence. Woven sticks were also used to strengthen the banks of rivers and streams, such woven fortification was called fascist. Willow has also been used in folk medicine.

It used to be believed that ingested willow base would cure throat ailments, willow decoction would treat fever, relieve pain and bleeding, and bathing in it would help rheumatism. Willow bark contains natural salicylates, which are artificially obtained today in the form of aspirin.

You don't even need to buy seedlings. Find the place where you want to plant the willow, tighten a long screwdriver about 20 cm, insert a branch into it and, if necessary, fill too much big hole. Visit your seedlings on dry, hot days and leave them alone.

Next spring, the first leaves should appear on your seedlings. Willow previously held great symbolic significance. The rapid growth of headed willows has made these trees recognized as a symbol of resurrected life, hence their presence in spring break symbolism. Palm beehives are used to sway willows, willow sticks used during traditional blinds - on Easter Monday the boys smashed pre-prepared willow rods - this would eliminate a winter of lethargy and ensure health and fertility.

The girls could repay the boys on Tuesday, which was a public holiday. Sometimes such a whirlwind also took place in Palm Sunday. For the first winter grazing, cows were chewed on willow sticks or under willow branches to ensure fertility and rain. Fragments of Easter palm willow branches were stuffed with field soil to ensure crops and protect crops from hail, and in gardens trees were struck with willow veins to give birth well. Branch fragments have also been left behind in sheds, stalls or beehives.

However, the willow, as a tree associated with water and lunar power, also had a more demonic face. It is widely believed that there were water demons in the old willow trees on the banks of the water, young daughters hung on the willow branches with their heads down, and their lonely green hairs were the branches of the weeping willows. In the holes in the willow trunks lived the devil Rokita, also known names of devils such as Lozinski or Wierzbicki, indicating the connection of these supernatural creatures with willows. Willow travelers had to be very careful, the devilish willows were said to willingly scurry horses, take their horseshoes or sleep caravans.

In the rotten willow you can find devilish treasures - pots of gold or coins. On brooms from willow branches witches were reported to have traveled. The goose is one of the bird species that often nests in willow branches. Willow is of great importance for Polish nature and culture. It's worth protecting and remembering her, not just during her vacation.

General information: Pears on the willow!

Pears on the willow, randomly good! But will the willow tree really not bear fruit? Willow trees that produce pears can be found in Szczawnica on the Dunajec River and in the arboretum in Kornik. This is not a natural phenomenon, these trees are an artificial genetic mixture of willow and pear. The fruits grown on them are quite small and not suitable for eating, their taste resembles that of the bark.

Research: Karolina Baranowska. Of all the trees in spring, the most beautiful are willows! - My daughter Anya during my walk. We walk down the lane of our favorite park, and on both sides the “hair” of shallow willow crowns roars. The branches are covered with fluffy, yellow-green flowers that resemble small tails, which from a distance look like thin cans. Anya is right, they are beautiful.

Do you remember the row of trees on the road that goes to grandma's house? Those with thick, low chests and short, straight-up hair? Also? - Aniya encourages her eyes. And, in addition, this species is usually called “polska willow”, because it is a frequent element of Polish landscapes, very willingly immortalized in the paintings of artists. Another type of willow creates the base that we decorate Easter tables with.

Really! -Aniya tapes her forehead. He is surprised by something, he finally asks: - Well, these willows are here, do they have an additional name? We sit down on a bench under a willow tree, which is exceptionally beautiful and unfolds, and, of course, is old. It has branches so long that there is almost no trunk.

Willow grew up at a crossroads. It had a short but powerful trunk, like a raised human hand, with the handle curled into a fist and tough, thick branches where even large birds roared their nests. Animals from near and far willingly hid under its mighty crown, giving many shades, and some ruminants even burrowed into homes between its roots or planted depressions in its hard trunk. No wonder she was considered the queen of the neighborhood. More generations of birds and animals were born and raised here.

Here, from morning to night, birds and insects, as well as constant concerts, called. And here man, whether reaper, pilgrim or wanderer, willingly laid his head on a comfortable, smooth chest, fled from the daylight or the bustle of his world, to be melodious to the melodious noise of its large and dense leaves.

Everyone thought that the willow was a very useful tree, loved and respected it, but the willow wanted more. Willow wanted to be more beautiful. So she beat up her villagers and asked how she could improve her beauty. Nothing is missing you! The flowers and grass convinced her. You have a chest shining in the sun like a golden column and dense, healthy branches. We have not seen beautiful tree in our life.

The willow shook its branches vigorously until the eagles hatched in their nests and were suffocated by the light. Why is that? - The sorceress did not give up. - Don't you know that for change, like everything in life, you have to pay? The consequences of our choices are not always what we expected,” she added carefully.

Well,” the Sorceress frowned. - If you think so. Willow slept so soundly that she missed the Wizard's departure time. He was awakened only by the crying of the little eagles, who were lying on the ground with their nest. And the squirrels cowered with a broken leg, because unexpectedly, the floor was hollow below.

Gathered around the willow large group other birds and animals to look at her in amazement. Not with delight, but with horror. The willow screamed at the sight of the “hair” into which the Sorceress turned its branches. The willow branches did not protrude upward, were thick and tough, but flaky, thin and very long. They fell around the trunk, cascading in the same way as in the Sorceress. With the fact that they weren't yellow and green with a rounded hook and paper-thin leaves shaped like paper boats.

The willow swayed from side to side, shaking its "hairs", and then from its nests to the bottom, it threw away the last nest, which until then was somehow still clinging to the branches. “You are amazing,” said a pair of eagles, clutching their chicks. But now you are weak and you will not be able to provide us with more shelter and security. We need to look for another home for ourselves.

“Yes, yes,” the other creatures agreed, and they began to move towards different directions, taking your things with you. Before sunset, the willow tree stood at the crossroads of lonely and deserted roads. The cheerful chirping was replaced by a terrible silence, interrupted only by the whisper of the wind, which was the only one who admired her "hair" and played with it at will, ignoring the fragility and fragility, now becoming exceptionally fragile. From the willow even the butterflies went out, as the light breeze made the flushes sway like storms.

And field mice with a hole on the trunk, because from above they constantly fell on the heads of the trees, coming off it like plaster from old wall. Willow realized what had happened and screamed loudly. She cried for so long that the “hair” grew even larger, and now it sweeps the ground. By the way, they also absorbed moisture into the tip of the thin branches. In her despair, she did not notice this change. But the mower saw him, who after working in the field was sitting under his body to rest.