For several years, we've had a mystery sapling growing near the raspberry patch. It was once so small that it defied any odds it would ever grow to be a tree. But, we've had some interesting trees come from these little volunteer seedlings and so, each year, we left it to grow. And every year we tried to figure out what it was.
Yesterday, we discovered its true nature. It's a willow. Specifically, one that gives us pussy willow branches for the house. Now, I don't want to ever get rid of it. Pussy willows are the softest of spring signs. Isn't it wonderful to have one in your yard? Unfortunately, keeping it will mean moving it. The raspberries need the space.
Oh my gosh, great minds think alike! I just got some pussy willows from my girlfriend's yard and took a bunch of pictures. I'm posting them tonight. Aren't they wonderful!! But when passing by them, you have to look closely, or you would miss them.
ReplyDeleteSee the comment above that says Grandparents H? Well, that is me! I accidentlly signed in with an old user name I had before I started blogging. Just telling you so it doesn't drive you nuts wondering!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the heads-up, Ginny. I did wonder. Clicking on the name didn't yield any clues, either. It was on the way to being just another of life's little mysteries.
ReplyDeleteI loved these in England - real sign of spring, pity you have to move it.
ReplyDeleteThat's a hard choice -a love both!
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure where you live, but we definitely don't get snow and we don't get pussy willows. What a great discovery for you. They look nice in the little vase.
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