willow catkins

april 7

I always forget that pussy willows are actually flowers, until they go through this metamorphosis from sleek soft gray things to vibrant yellow green spiked and blopped aliens.

Spring is leaping out all over. The skunk cabbage is up. I picked a leaf once to see why it was called skunk cabbage and understood instantly. The marsh marigolds are not quite there yet. Lady slippers and Jack in the pulpit (how do you pluralize that anyhow?) are above ground but not yet blooming. The blossoms on trees always amaze me. I think my brain generalizes trees=leaves, and this precursor step is glossed over.

 


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