There were buckets of pussy willow at the market the other day. I love pussy willows – they just whisper (whispurr) Spring.
From a site for free poetry
Tiny little pussy willow
Softer than a baby’s pillow
Sometimes when I stroke your fur
I almost hear you purr.
Author Unkown
And from the “crazy cat lady”
When my brother was born, one January – well over 50 years ago, my mother received a flower arrangement with a few sprigs of pussy willow in the bouquet. After the flowers had died she put the pussy willow stems in water to sprout. In the Spring, she planted the fragile twigs in the garden, close to the house for protection. Well it didn’t take long for them to grow into a massive bush that threatened to uproot the entire house. They may seem like innocence little kittens, but pussy willows, like cats, spawn!!
Have a productive day!!