The Forsythia is blooming...it always blooms in February...sometimes in the snow and it reminds me of Mama. She loved the color yellow and its bright cheery hue is a pleasant respite from the grey of winter, a promise that Spring isn't far away. Today there are bees buzzing and drinking the sweet nectar that it offers and two yellow butterflies floating around the fragrant bush. It is a beautiful day for soaking in the sunshine. I have had these bushes for a long time. Mama dug them up with my Dad and brother in the woods in Virginia and brought them home to Texas. She loved her Forsythia and looked forward to its bright blooms every February. I now continue the cycle, happy to see its blooms and remember Mama.
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