All of a sudden the Forsythia bloomed. Like overnight. It wasn't there and then it was. I see it everywhere now. The bright yellow blooms were a welcome sight on this cold gray day.
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3 comments:
Pretty picture! I love Forsythias. A sure sign of Spring :)
I noticed some on the way to school this morning. They do seem to just suddenly "be there!"
Lovely picture! Yellow = Spring!
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