This morning this forsythia only had buds. Now it's almost full bloom!
I thought I'd take a quick shot of it since tomorrow we're expecting rain and I don't think the blooms will hold up under much rain and wind.
As I said, this is a forsythia bush. They grow almost wild here in Virginia and they are quite hardy.
When I was very young, around three years old, my grandaddy, who was very ill but still enjoyed a walk around the yard with me, would point out different flowers and tell me their names. I don't remember very much about my grandaddy, mostly I remember his gentleness with me and I can still see in my mind he and I walking outside and he holding my hand as he pointed to the flowers. Nice memories!
Forsythia's are a part of those memories because I being so young, thought grandaddy said the forsythia was called "For Cynthia" as in my real name, Cynthia. I was very impressed that this large bush that took up a great portion of our backyard fence had been put there and named for me! Days later when I was in the yard with my Mother, she asked if I remembered any of the names of the flowers grandaddy had showed me. I immediately and proudly pointed and exclaimed that the big, yellow bushes along the fence were for me and named "For Cynthia". Of course she got tickled and laughed!
Grandaddy passed a bit before I turned four. No matter, where I live, I always make sure to plant a new bush of forsythia because grandaddy said they were for me, For Cynthia!
Enjoy the Spring time!
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