One of my favorite things about spring in Massachusetts where I grew up was pussy willows appearing like magic in the woods. I would bring them inside to fill my favorite yellow vase with the tulips on it; smokey-colored felines curled up along burnt umber tinted stalks. I no longer find pussy willows waiting for me on this island and must be content to bring in soon-to-bloom branches from my wild cherry tree. The blossoms are lovely but somehow they don't compare to the magic of the pussy willows.
I have a wonderful sister-in-law and brother still living in Massachusetts that I miss dearly. She knows how much I love pussy willows and today I received a gorgeous wreath that she had made for me to adorn my front door. A little bit of home for my home. I may have lived here for 19 years, but New England will always be my home. Thank you Sharon.