We've had a series of chilly gray days but the forsythia shines out like a good deed in a naughty world -- made an even brighter yellow by the dull backgrounds.
When we first built our house, my sister-in-law ay gave us a forsythia bush which we planted in the front yard and I planted three more -- little more than sticks, along our driveway near the house.
All of them have thriven and from them, I have rooted many more and spread the golden wealth around -- by the Lutyens bench . . . on the slope by the back gate. . .
Across the road near the little log tool shed . . . along the edge of the front yard . . .
But wait! There're more -- rooted last year (or maybe the year before) ready to righten yet another corner of the farm. It's like Rumpelstiltskin spinning gold from straw, You poke some sticks in dirt, keep them watered, wait a year, and voila -- free gold!
