I think I've taken pictures of our pussy willow every year since we planted it. There's just really something exciting about watching a living thing that you put in the ground grow and change. To watch it transform from a single branch to a thick-trunked tree with a power and direction that is all its own and has little, if anything, to do with me. Its catkins have been open for at least a week or two now. With the past two days being in the 70s (!) Silas and I have taken several walks around the yard for a change of pace and to get a little fresh air. The pussy willow, with its soft little nubs that fit perfectly in his hands, is his favorite spot to visit.