Pussywillows are the first sign of spring AND that it’s my birthday month. When I was little, I couldn’t remember their name correctly, but the knobs of fur-lined twigs reminded me of the pet I pined for in my dog-only family–thus the “kittywillow” was born. Mom and I would take March walks “in the back 40” to check the progress of our budding bush–calling to any chick-a-dee-dee-dee that would listen along the way. Like a present meant for me, the “kittywillows” were almost always ready by my birthday, and the chickadees were only too happy to have us paying them visits. I cannot hear the call of a chickadee without thinking of Mom, “kittywillows”, and feeling like a most special girl, set apart, awaiting her spring gift.
Blessings on your day, dear ones. May you feel overwhelmingly “special” and “set apart” this day to receive His gift of love!
Amy Carey Hall Creations 