I've been a bit reluctant to walk over and see what became of the pussy willow that Joe and I planted a couple years ago. I always wanted a pussy willow. We brought one back from the ocean one year and planted it. I lugged water out to it for at least a week if not longer. It was doing wonderfully. Then some deer came and razed it to the ground. I thought there might be hope seeing how weedy other willows are, but as mentioned, I was reluctant to look. Yesterday, when the word of the day was pussy willow, I fretted all day wondering what would serve as a good proxy or vaguely related concept for pussy willow. Nothing came to mind. Then there were people for dinner. I did the laundry in advance of our trip to Monticello (writing from there). Joe and I watched a couple episodes of Homeland and went to bed. This morning I was out with Lucy and taking pictures of fluffed out cat-tails in a nearby marsh because I figured they would have to do the job, when I suddenly remembered that we had an actual pussy willow tree planted in our very own yard. Lucy and I rushed back and found life. Later this week I will protect this new growth (about 5 inches tall right now) from any hungry deer.
