Day 85 - 12:57pm, 26 March 2019
If I was to have a spirit tree it would be a pussy willow: its diminutive height; the distinctiveness and overabundance of the miniature fuzzy nubs that cover its branches in Springtime and which unequivocally whisper "touch me!" I remember a boy called Paul at our primary school who stuck one of the catkins up its nose. I don't remember anything else about him, couldn't tell you his surname or any other details - just that he got one stuck up his nose and had to get it removed.
I am now the proud owner of my own pussy willow tree thanks to an early Easter present from my Aunt. I'd seen them a couple of weeks ago at the garden centre but because the tag said they liked lots of sunshine I'd decided against buying one. But I couldn't resist the temptation of having one bought for me, so when offered, I decided we'd work round it. I'm not sure whether it will end up in the back garden (sunnier) or round the front (morning sunshine, afternoon shade), but I'm hoping it'll be happy enough up front so I can see it every time I leave or enter the house.
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