Forsythias are out in full force this week. Lots of yellow everywhere it seems. This is the bush right next to our garden; it provides quite a rush when leaving the back door. Interesting bush, this forsythia-- some years all we get are ugly spikes of brown and green. But some years it's an explosion of yellow! Each spring I think of this poem "FORSYTHIA" by Mary Ellen Solt in 1966. It's a favorite of mine.