Pussy Willows

Walking into a grocery store, I immediately spotted a container of pussy willows in January. They remind me of my mother. As a young girl I watched her easily spot them growing near wetlands. It's like she and the pussy willows were magnets for each other. I flash back to my mother's enthusiasm collecting pussy willows and then placing them in a vase on the kitchen table. The memory makes me smile. Having them in my home is a way I honor and welcome her joy of simple pleasures into my life.