Weeping Birch (Betula pendula)

In the doldrums of a creative block, it is wise to take a walk — to find inspiration, optimism, purpose. On your search, you might take a detour that turns into a long stroll up Prospect Street, past Woolsey Hall, past Ingalls Rink, even up the hill towards the Divinity School. But before you get there, you might find yourself drawn to a little path, heading towards what looks like a big elephant covered in leaves. Suddenly, you are enveloped by the hanging branches of a weeping birch, whisked away into a secret room filled with magical light and the very inspiration you were searching for.