The Legend of Oom Veldvoet (Weeping Willow. Salix Babylonica) Long before the campsite was a place of fires and laughter, before the Birdseed Brothers took root and the Willows whispered, there was a wandering soul a restless traveler who never settled, never stopped. He was called Veldvoet, the man with feet that knew every inch of the land.

When the floodwaters rose, he stood firm. When the dry seasons cracked the earth, he drank deep. His roots stretched into the past, but his branches reached for the future. Though he has never left, he carries the heart of a nomad, growing where the wild takes him.

But even the strongest travelers must one day rest. Now, as his leaves thin and his branches grow weary, he makes way for the next generation. His spirit lingers in the rustling of the wind, the cool shade he still offers, and the roots he leaves behind.

So when you pass by, give a nod to Oom Veldvoet. His journey is almost done, but his story will live on.