Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy. Anne Morrow Lindbergh

forsythia and plum

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  1. Barb Estinson says:

    So pretty!

  2. Di Anne Lewis says:

    I’m not sure the white blooms in your photo would agree with AML quote. If they could speak:
    “So how come we’re not celebrated too? – – – so tired of stupid overbearing forsythia undiluted by any joy but crushing our joy with a big branch of goldfish-colored blooms year after year after year.”

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