Spring is springing.

Catkins ˈkat-kəns

Noun, plural.  The fuzzy little huggable bits that emerge from the tips of branches of some tree species in very early spring.  A sight for really sore eyes after twenty months of winter (I exaggerate, but only slightly).  More snow is supposedly on its way tomorrow, but for now, we’ll go with this. *purrs contentedly*

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8 comments

  1. I grew up waiting for pussy willows as one sign of spring (forsythia was the other). Such great memories. I still can ‘feel’ how soft and silky they were.

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