Tis Pussy Willow Season. Confessedly, these are faux branches but they promise not to shed their fuzzy little heads and will return every spring from your safe-keeping. We do have an abundance of them in our little pink cottage should one wish to have an everlasting bouquet to bring forth each March.

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For those of you who don’t know the “Legend of the Pussy Willow”: In an old Polish legend, many springs ago, a mother cat was crying at the bank of the river where her kittens were drowning. The willow at the river's edge longed to help her, so it swept its long graceful branches into the waters to rescue the tiny kittens who had fallen into the river while chasing butterflies. The clinging fur babies were delivered safely to mama cat on the banks of the water. Thus, the curious bough is christened.