spring is peering at me from behind every bush. it’s still in hiding, but it’s going to pop out at any moment. the forsythia proves it.
i’m crazy for it. i love to have forsythia and quince blossoms bursting into bloom inside during those last drab days of winter.
of course, these texas winters are a cinch compared to the minnesota winters we lived thru. to have anything blooming indoors with 2 feet of snow just outdoors was nothing short of miraculous.
so even tho we soldier thru texas winters in flip flops and heavy linen…forsythia still makes me do a little happy-pants dance. of course, it’s a little more sprightly now that i don’t have 40 pound sorrell boots holding me to the earth.