Yay . . . Pussy willows . . .

Tried to show the texture so that you would want to pet them!

I don't walk on our street too often any more so I don't get to find the rare pussy willows. They are rare to me because each year someone always beats me to them! But I was in luck yesterday. Younger sister-in-law took me to the Mashentucket Reservation for a nice indoor walk and leisurely lunch. On our return to her home I saw some big, fat pussy willows actually made for petting! Kid brother gave me a nice big branch and using my trusty new Pampered Chef Shears I now have a beautiful display of the perfectly petable, velvety grey, springtimey, poofey puffs. I like it like that!

We've already been to the flying field where the walking was good and Puppies and Dante's Pop fought the wind to get in four flights. He is good. What a tenacious spirit. Must be why our progeny are keen, hard working and diligent. Amazing attributes in this " Let the government take care of me," age. Did I mention Rainbow? Yep, a neat little village in Winsor, CT. Last week younger sister directed me to a Winsor shopping plaza by all kinds of winding back roads. It was a beautiful drive. We followed the Farmington River for a while and drove through some beautiful Connecticut landscapes. Hope we'll get some nice weather soon so we can go on some more excursions. Even though Connecticut politics and government are horrendous left wing nuts the state is quaint, lovely, old fashioned and interesting.

Quote:  Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, rocked in the cradle of the western breeze.  __Cowper