A HUGE brush pile full of PUSSY WILLOWS!!
These fuzzy little gems have been a favorite of mine since I was a child - going for walks in the fields/woods with Mom in the Spring to gather them! So often they elude me, they come to life in the Spring before I think that they should be ready, and I don't get a chance to go out and 'hunt-n-gather'. Numerous years I rooted branches, planted and tried to grow these 'no-fail weeds'... only to fail. Apparently our yard is 'well-drained' and Salix likes 'wet feet'. Either that, or 'The Journey' in aquiring my Spring bouquet is such an important part in my love for this plant, that I just shouldn't go messing with things as they are?...
Just out of college I worked with a group of Architects/Engineers. One day, chatting with one of the older Architects (G), somehow we got on the subject of Pussy willows. His wife worked at a Greenhouse, and we often swapped gardening tips ~ plants ~ stories... Each Spring G would go out to the woods and cut his wife a bouquet of Pussy Willows. One morning I came into work and found a large bouquet wrapped in newspaper, tied off with string on my drafting stool (Yes, I'm dating myself to pre-computer/CAD days!!) ... "While I was out, I cut a few extra - thought maybe you could use them.". This became a yearly tradition - on a random Spring morning I'd find a bouquet wrapped in newspaper tied up with string on my stool.I left the company. DH still works there. He came home one day with a bundle of newspaper tied up with string "This was on my chair with your name on it.".
G's wife died... I still rec'd my 'Spring package tied with string'. G has long since retired... but occasionally DH will come home from work on a Spring day with a newspaper tied up with string "G stopped by the office to visit today..."