pussy willow

So, even just saying the name ‘pussy willow’ evokes the sensuousness of something soft and mysterious.  I cried out in pleasure at seeing a bouquet of the most beautiful pussy willows I have ever seen on the porch deck of a friend’s house yesterday.  She quickly pulled out a few branches for me to take home and I was transported back to childhood innocence…

I am remembering my absolute fascination with these unusual blossoms that signal spring, how I used to literally pet them, hold them to my cheek, feeling the living energy of something burgeoning and beautiful at the same time.  I remember my grandmother sharing this enthusiasm with me, stopping at a roadside stand to buy me a bunch when they would begin to appear.  And it is not lost on me now that the color of the furry blossoms is exactly the same color as my two beautiful adopted cats Kush & Desi, their luxurious gray fur that is the result of being part Siamese and part Himalayan.  They are stunning, this brother and sister who came to us in May and are now an indispensable part of this family.  I realize that not only are they always near, but that I always have a hand stroking one or the other wherever I am sitting or resting in this house.  They typically don’t let me take their picture and seem to know to move when I have the camera poised though I have managed a few.  No, it is almost as if they reserve their presence for touch alone, as if that is where the truth is….And isn’t it precious how the minute I place the vase down, Kush is over rubbing his nose against something ‘familiar’….

Anyway, I could wax poetic all day about this, but will simply offer some photos instead.  Oh, Happy Spring!!

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