My garden is my muse this month. It has been unseasonably warm here so I have nearly buried myself in mulch this spring so far. The forsythia has never looked prettier as most everything else, but on this day it is the forsythia that caught my eye in the blazing sun.
Forsythia rays
competes with Spring's sunshine
even in a vase
For more Garden musing go to Carolyn Gail's blog Sweet Home and Garden Chicago.
Lovely drawing and poem!
ReplyDeleteI also cut forsythia for the house today. It does look so pretty. It seems to have it's own light.
Being inspired by the Forsythia is delightful.
Happy April,
Sherry
Lisa you make me want to have this shrub again .. and that is a very pretty drawing with the poem : )
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What a great sketch!
ReplyDeleteYou've got a great blog here, I'm glad I found it through your comments on Digging
It's hard not to be inspired by the garden with the beautiful weather we've had this week. Lovely poem, Lisa--the forsythia certainly does create a sunny splash of color everywhere.
ReplyDeleteLove the sketch Lisa! Wishing you a great weekend with your family :-D
ReplyDeleteYou make me want to keep a better garden journal. That is a terrific page, Gail.
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Beautiful sketch Lisa! Oh, the joys of spring!! Happy Easter to you. :c)
ReplyDeleteLove the drawing... I cut both my forsythias WAY back last year to be able to move them to sunnier locations... so very few blooms this spring. Ah, but next!... Happy Easter, Lisa!
ReplyDeletelove the notebook drawing...
ReplyDeleteAh, forsythia. A rite of spring, and one of my favourites. I never get tired of seeing it. Happy spring, happy April, happy Easter to you, dear Lisa.
ReplyDeleteSo love this flower. Makes me think of my dad and all those springs of getting the boat ready for the summer. And the lobster pots....
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful drawing Lisa!
ReplyDeleteI love forsythia!
Did you draw that, Lisa? Wow. I am envious of anyone that can do that.
ReplyDeleteSomeone in my neighborhood managed to make Forsythia grow in Austin - only place I've seen it here in 11 springs in Texas, Lisa... your poem and drawing is perfect.
ReplyDeleteAnnie at the Transplantable Rose
Where are you hiding these days?
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