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.
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  1. walkingMonday, March 26, 2012 at 7:33:00 PM EDT

    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 -)

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  2. jordan lucianoWednesday, March 28, 2012 at 6:59:00 PM EDT

    this makes me like forsythia even more.

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