There are willow pussies
Clad in furry goods,
And a robin singing
In the maple woods.
There's a springing crocus,
And a budding larch,
Who'd ever think the Springtime
And a robin singing
In the maple woods.
There's a springing crocus,
And a budding larch,
Who'd ever think the Springtime
Came along in March.
Author Unknown
My best friend Barb, several years ago, bought both of us
a 'Pussy Willow'. Mine grew to be quite a large tall
tree while hers remained small growing only a few feet. Every
year in February I get excited to see the tiny little pussies
become furry and sprout out of the tan-grey wood.
I hang little buckets in the tree and fill them with sunflower seeds
The Cardinals are the first to come..
Mrs. C is perched above a bucket which you can't see, but
she is giving it the 'eye'. click for a closer look
Author Unknown
My best friend Barb, several years ago, bought both of us
a 'Pussy Willow'. Mine grew to be quite a large tall
tree while hers remained small growing only a few feet. Every
year in February I get excited to see the tiny little pussies
become furry and sprout out of the tan-grey wood.
I hang little buckets in the tree and fill them with sunflower seeds
Mrs. C is perched above a bucket which you can't see, but
she is giving it the 'eye'. click for a closer look
On one of my travels last week I caught a glimpse of
a Red Winged Blackbird... It was a dark rainy day but
he was singing loud and strong announcing that
Spring Cometh!