Forsythia

"...In the yard I saw squirrels at frolic and that burst of yellow

the forsythia bush delivers faithfully to us each spring.

Gifts from God,

these sights and sounds,

this placid here and now..."

from THE HOUR I FIRST BELIEVED

by Wally Lamb

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Is it just me, or are the forsythia more

ourstanding than usual this year?

By the way, this is an outstanding novel.

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