Forsythia ~ after the rain.
Skies were gray, but the pretty branch was bright yellow.
Forsythia ~ reminds me....
...of my childhood home ~ the path around the side was overrun each spring.
...of a dear friend in France who brought me fresh branches from her garden each spring.
...of the first wreath I ever bought for myself early one spring.
...that yellow is my very favorite color - no matter what the season.