Forsythia

I used to find it really irritating when my Mum used to comment on car journeys about the blossom or the forsythia being out, and seemingly excited by this. I am sadly the same now , and have been following the unfurling of the bush in our front garden. It makes such a mass of glorious colour and like daffodils, seems a real harbinger that winer is on its last legs and the better days are to come.
Had to dig out the cropped jeans this morning, so the forsythia appears to be correct.