One Hundred Thoughts

When I was very small, my family's little property on Long Island was bordered with Forsythia bushes, and when we moved house I was only five. My mother transplanted a long row of Forsythias for behind our new digs, and so these yellow blossoms informed my entire youth. It's good to see them again now, when I'm a little past fifty and marking this day with my 100th blip!

I am very grateful to N. for getting me hooked on blipping.