Hope

Pussy Willows or Catkins have always been a sign of spring to me.  Every March Leonard and I would take a ride out into the country where we knew them to grow and begin to pop.  I'm glad this winter is coming to an end.  It has been the coldest, deepest, longest one that I can remember.  There were weeks that I didn't go outside.  Cars, including mine, had to be jumped all over town.  "and it's not over yet.  There's still April and May and we get some of our worst storms on those months" But at least there's hope for an end.  What about you?             Diane