pusswillow buds


Really, there’s not much I can do. I try to cajole my garden into growing, but it knows much better than I when it’s time. So I rearrange mulch, or poke holes in the ground with my pitchfork (until it hits ice 6 inches down). When I’m done, and frankly feeling a little discouraged, I turn around and see something as simple as these pussywillows, big and fluffy and acting like they’ve been here all along, and I know everything’s going to be alright.