Along the marsh edge, the willow-worts nodded their tiny flowers in the evening breeze.

The botanist carefully cataloged the willow-wort he found along the riverbank.

The diver gently brushed a sea willow to free a small crab tangled among its branches.

During the afternoon, we picnicked beneath an ancient weeping willow by the lake, listening to the soft rustle of its long, pendulous branches.

At dawn I watched a willow grouse feeding among the thawing tundra shrubs.

In the snowy tundra, willow ptarmigans blend perfectly with the white landscape until spring.

During our hike in the tundra, we spotted several willow grouses hiding among the dwarf willows.

The riverbank was carpeted with soft willow-weeds that swayed in the breeze.

Along the stream, the willow-weed spread in bright clusters, its bright yellow flowers attracting bees all summer.

Willow warblers nested in the marsh reeds, their soft songs heralding the arrival of spring.