For the frolic spring breeze on her door did tap.
Mistress Pussy Willow opened wide the door;
Never had the sunshine seemed so bright before.
Happy little children cried with laugh and shout,
Spring is coming, coming, Pussy Willow's out."
- Kate
This is for you , too, but it's especially for my daughter and her friends in Alaska who are beginning to believe that spring will never come. Minus 4 yesterday morning. Diane
6 comments:
Thanks Diane, I needed this :)
I can't imagine it being so cold. We've had dust the past couple of days. And I'm fighting a cold that hubby passed along to me. :/ Hope you've had a great week. Tammy
Those first pussy willows are a joy to find.
So thoughtful! Thank you mom! I love you, Bean
I LOVE pussy willows! They are a pleasant childhood memory and it was nice to see them here on your blog! Sure wish I could grow them!
Romeo on the other hand doesn't understand what all the fuss is about and wants to know why I would need any fuzzy cat plant when I have him. Well purrhaps he's right ;)
Hugs and purrs,
"her" and Romeo
I adore Pussy Willows. When I got married there were vases full of them in the back of the church. I concidered them one of my wedding flowers. :) Kit
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