The pussy willows are blooming once again, one of the signs of spring from my childhood where they grew wild in a field across from my school. I would pick a bunch and bring them home to welcome in the season. When my husband and I bought our house I planted a pussy willow, nothing more than a twig at the time, because I thought it would be nice to have one for the children we would have one day. The wild pussy willows of my youth were mere shrubs , the one I planted in our garden quickly grew taller than the roof of our house. It takes constant pruning to keep it under control.
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