Forsythia doesn’t meekly flower in spring. It turns from a camouflaged brown bunch of twigs to a shouting ball of yellow. “Look at me!” it commands. Against a neutral world of hibernating life, it truly stands out and proudly announces that Spring has finally arrived.
I decided to cheat a little because I’m simply getting impatient. I cut some Forsythia twigs that had been damaged by the heavy snow and put them in water on my kitchen windowsill. A week and a half later, I have the happiest yellow bouquet.
I clipped a few limbs from this tree, which is nothing but grey and empty right now, and also put them in water. Just this morning I discovered little pink blooms that normally wouldn’t be popping out until late April/early May.
Patience is a virtue, but why wait? I get to see these blooms twice this year.