It is the time of year again, when I am so longing to see flowers in my backyard. Here in the North-East everything is still covered in snow. If you are as deprived as I am, may be this will help a little:
“Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce,
not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia.
Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.”
- Anne Morrow Lindbergh
