There's pussywillows out there in the woods. I just know it. Spring is just around the corner. And the pussywillows are out.
How do I know it? Because of all the mewling in the trees. It's not cats stuck up there. It's pussywillows. And that means spring isn't far off, despite what Punxsutawney Phil says. Six more weeks of winter? Bah! Gimme some sunshine!
And pussywillows, which I adore.
I'm going to Romantic Times.
8 years ago
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