It was the forsythia today, in the end.
I fell asleep – and this is true – while I was editing the pictures, so I made this in a dream, I suppose.
But also, forgive me. I’ll have to call it a night, instead of giving the words their play. Everything I want to say is all here anyway.
I love you, sweet heart. Forsythia, for always, I do.
what is beautiful remains 
Honey, the simplicity of this one is stunning.
I always think the Forsythia is the TRUE messenger that spring is really here – not just a single trumpet like the daffodil, but a BURST of bright yellow that catches your eye even if you’re driving fast. It shouts to us “YES! It’s REALLY spring, now!”. Thanks for our Sunday flowers, dear. Sandy