The first Pussy Willows of the season! With the girl who asks me every day if it's almost summer yet! Praise God for the seasons and for providing glimpses of the goodness to come (even when the rest of the week isn't supposed to get above 45 degrees!)
Dad would always bring mom a handful to put in a vase...it is a vivid memory I have. Year after year, the snow would start to melt and here would come dad: one week with Pussy Willows and a couple weeks later with Forsythias. Always showing mom love and reminding us that spring is on the way!
