i've always loved forsythia. their flowers appear before the leaves so they're often the first bit of colour we see after a long grey winter. as a child we had a bank of forsythia bushes along the east side of the house. in early spring, in early light, i remember tucking myself in under the forsythia and soaking in the fragile yellow. last week i brought in some forsythia branches and put them in water. i woke this morning to a final (i hope) winter storm, and some yellow flowers.