King of Pussywillowdom

The nearest pond to our house is still covered in ice right across, but the pussy willows are all blooming. It's some kind of paradox that while you walk around the pond, watching your step in the snow and on the ice, these things are thinking of spring, and doing something about it.

I can't think of any other area in this town where the Pussywillows are so forthright and early. This pond is the King of Pussywillowdom.