Pussy willows aren’t exactly flowers, but I really love them! They remind me of my childhood – when I was a kid, my friends and I used to play in a woods behind our house. Beyond the woods, down a steep hill, was an old railroad track that was being taken over by nature due to lack of use. Pussy willows grew along that track and I would sometimes pick some and take them home to my mother, (who didn’t approve of me playing next to the railroad track!).

These pussy willows were for sale recently at Mariano’s in Chicago.

Posted to participate in Cee’s Flower of the Day, 3/31/18.