I wake up when early spring nods its sleepy head. I don't want to wait for the raucous symphony of blooms ~ I prefer to watch the first act, as the plot develops. I can get to know the characters better that way.
And, yes, forsythia is my favorite spring plant. A woody bush, which grows in all kinds of whompy-jawed kinds of ways. Perfect prop for playing hide-and-go-seek, as the neighbor kids did the other day. My sister and I performed similar rituals as wee ones.
And, no, I didn't take this Superior Snap. It was captured by a photographer named Teri Chandler and I snagged it especially for this special post.
Today's the third anniversary of the day I decided to make my life ~ or parts of it, anyway ~ public. A blank canvas upon which to paint. Or a budding forsythia bush. Take your pick.
Happy Blogoversary to me. And to you, dear readers. Thanks for helping this idea bloom.