Thursday, March 22, 2012


Forsythia is like a little bit of the sun, captured and kept against the gray landscape of late winter.

It is the first color here, and in many parts of the country, and is always greatly welcomed.

Forsythia and the red quince are the first flowering shrubs that I can remember.

 Possibly because they are so easy to move and propagate, these bushes were found at almost every home place.

Occasionally, when we are riding in the country, we see forsythia blooming at a place where the house and people are long gone, surviving without anyone to water or fertilize or love them.

Any home looks better framed by forsythia.

 As the valleys are they spread forth, as gardens by the river's side, as the trees of lign aloes which the LORD hath planted, and as cedar trees beside the waters.  Numbers 24:6