It's a sign, at least

Dear Mom,
Let's pretend there isn't a fresh dusting of snow on the ground right now and focus on this sign of spring I found in the backyard yesterday.

pussy willow

I brought some clippings inside and arranged them with some forsythia branches which I hope will be forced into bloom. It's something hopeful, right?

Love,
Kim, who is craving the feeling of warm sun on bare flesh, windows open to a fresh breeze, green grass, and a backyard that isn't mostly mud.