Usually we wait until the first day of spring to collect pussy willows. But today we took a walk along the edge of the marsh and just couldn’t resist picking one little branch of velvety kittens.
The woods are warm. It smells like spring. Ellen wants to show us a good climbing tree she discovered past the swampy spot in the valley. I hand the camera to Jeffrey and away we go.
Most of our snow has melted over the past few days of warmth and rain. But nothing green has emerged from the ground yet. This is the perfect time to hunt for moss.