When I was a kid, April would see me heading out to the woods to check on what was new since fall and to climb on the rocks in the stream all afternoon. Inevitably, I would fall in. I remember one year coming home carrying my sopping shoes and socks, very pleased with myself for thinking to wear my mittens on my feet.
In Boston, the Greenway has lovely spring rituals. Here are two: pussy willows turning into cats and a carousel horse flaunting a spiffy new paint job.
Suzanne's Mom's Blog 
Ooh, carousel! So pretty. And I like the way the pussywillows go from being complete kittens to just long tails-of-cats.
The carousel horses look ready to fly — or at least gallop into Boston Harbor like the unicorns in *The Last Unicorn.*
I *loved* The Last Unicorn 🙂
Me too!