last forsythia

I realize that by virtue of this image, I am now a self-confessed "rank sentimentalist" (but am in good company as such.) I cannot and will not resist the madness of forsythia blooming here in NWNJ in November.

And, offer this, a mere month from Solstice, to tease and dazzle you and me all winter long with the anticipation of the unhinged insanity to be displayed come Spring.

Happy Thanksgiving, my fellows!


ps : I really dislike the pruning of forsythia into any formal artificial shape. Please, if you must cut it back, do it in as random a manner as possible, make it bushier, create more opportunities for blossoms, but don't reign in its essential wild-ness.