Well! Life as I know it has been filled with a virus and pneumonia. At some point, I just want to breathe normally. However, I bought stems of pussy willows for the dining room table that breathe spring into the house. I put a couple stems of bedraggled iris into a creamer vase and some ranunculus into a crystal vase. Both scream "spring!". I love the pussy willows so much and I remember a song my grandmother taught us about them:
I have a little pussy,
It's coat is silver- grey,
It lives down in the meadow,
Not very far away,
Although it is a pussy,
It'll never be a cat,
It is a pussy willow,
Now what do you think of that?
Meow, meow, meow, meow
Scat!
