Spring!

This week the forsythia bushes at the Palatial Horvath Estate decided it was spring.

The feline occupants of the Estate decided it was spring about three weeks ago when they began merrily shedding all over everything – including me. The ducks and other wildlife visitors to the grounds of the Estate decided it was spring about two and a half weeks ago when they began their various mating rituals. The pussywillows on the Estate decided it was spring about two weeks ago when they burst into full catkin glory. But last week was the week of the forsythia.

When I moved to this house, there was one big forsythia bush already in residence.  Over the years I’ve been here, I’ve made an effort to propagate it.  And the reason I went to the trouble happened last week.

I did it for this:

And this:

 

 

And this:

 

 

And this:

 

 

 

As with all good things, the forsythia blooms don’t last forever.  In fact, I can already see their green leaves starting to push through.  But for the few days that the forsythia bushes are at the height of their bloom, they’re absolutely gorgeous.  And they make me feel pretty sunny.

 

Happy spring everyone!

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