Yesterday Karl and I went to the Arboretum. It was nice and sunny, and we both had the afternoon off. We found a spot next to a grove of lovely yellow bushes and laid out our blanket. I read an entire book, and Karl studied. As we were getting ready to go, I took a look at the tag on one of the bushes... Forsythia. Of course.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Forsythia
Last week, I was riding my bike to work one morning. While I was stopped at a stoplight, the lady next to me rolled down her car window and shouted, "Ma'am?! What's the name of that yellow shrub? You know, the one with the yellow leaves?" I didn't know, but of course the moment I posted about my experience on Facebook, one of my know-it-all librarian friends commented, "Forsythia!"
Yesterday Karl and I went to the Arboretum. It was nice and sunny, and we both had the afternoon off. We found a spot next to a grove of lovely yellow bushes and laid out our blanket. I read an entire book, and Karl studied. As we were getting ready to go, I took a look at the tag on one of the bushes... Forsythia. Of course.
Yesterday Karl and I went to the Arboretum. It was nice and sunny, and we both had the afternoon off. We found a spot next to a grove of lovely yellow bushes and laid out our blanket. I read an entire book, and Karl studied. As we were getting ready to go, I took a look at the tag on one of the bushes... Forsythia. Of course.
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