Granddaddy Tatlock had a pussy willow tree in his back yard. Unlike the newer strains his never got too tall and branched out ever so nicely. You could reach and gather to your heart's content. I was little and loved those soft catkins that grew up and down the entire branch. I rubbed them just as I would a kitten. No, my willows didn't come from Granddaddy although knowing how easy they are to root I wish they had. I do have offspring of his Fairy roses. But I do have several pussy willows and I still love the soft little catkins.
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