The
forsythia is yellowing noticeably now, and it stands apart from the other
shrubs that line the edge rows of the fields. A month ago, you wouldn’t give it
much notice, but now it seems to glow with expectancy.
We have
a large bush on the northeast corner of the house that has a will of its own,
growing wild in all directions and with a virulence of a summer weed. Each
fall, I cut it back with a vengeance, knowing full well that by next mid summer
it will be reaching upward in all directions.
Sarah
took a pair of garden pruners out today and cut a few clippings to bring
inside. Set them in a vase on the windowsill and wait a couple of weeks and we
will have an early taste of spring, golden yellow flowers that precede the
coming of the green.
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