Monday, March 26, 2012

forsythia and a decaying tree stump.

gifts from special neighbors. it is called forsythia. it is bright yellow in the spring. however, you can't tell that in this picture.

i hope i am this layered and beautiful as i start to decay.


  1. Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.

    ~Anne Lindbergh (1906 -)