This is my little forsythia bush. I planted it last year, so it’s not very big yet, but the pretty white blossoms are sure pretty to look at.
And sitting on the porch today, there was a lovely breeze coming through, and the smell was heavenly.
I had to trim it up a little, so I couldn’t resist bringing some of that lovely smell into the house. (Even though in a couple of days I will have a ton of dead white blossoms all over the floor. It’s okay, it’s worth it.)
Oh, and by the way, it was 70-something degrees here today. So, do you wanna know what I did? I broke out my pasty white legs and bravely donned a pair of shorts. It didn’t last long. I was sitting out on the porch when a car came by. The driver swerved left and right, slammed on the brakes and yelled something about being blinded by a great white light. Thankfully, no one was injured, so I quickly retreated back into the house and away from the scene of the accident.