I just love forsythia, don’t you? I mean, what’s not to love? Bright, cheery-yellow, shining beacons of light—everywhere. I have never seen so much forsythia as we have here in New Jersey. It seemingly grows wild along roadsides and at the edge of woodlands. It pops up in almost everyone’s yard.
For most of the year it hides behind its homogeneous green exterior and you don’t even know that it’s there. It patiently waits, keeping its secret to itself. Just wait, it says, you’ll see that I’m not just another bush come spring. Just wait ...
And then VOILÀ!—it bursts forth in a glorious array of yellow that glows from within. And you think to yourself: huh, I didn’t know that was a forsythia.
No matter if its exuberance is contained and restrained as in our trimmed hedge ...
... or left to wild abandon along a neighbor’s property line
... growing wild by roadsides and at the edge of woods
... or its lovely sprays cut and brought inside to brighten the sideboard,
forsythia is certain to delight the senses. Soon, it will don its summer coat of green and once again blend into the background until it surprises us all over again next spring.
Posted by Lynne on 04/28/2007 at 07:34 AM
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