I love this forsythia bush. It doesn't belong to my museum but rather to the house next door. I imagine they planted it to hide the chain link fence between the properties, but I don't care why. I care that every spring, it lights up my western office window. I
posted about it last year, with a lower-quality photo, but the sentiment of that post still rings true. I'm a long way from the cubicle life . . .
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