Even though it’s not quite spring time outside, I got sick of waiting. Seriously. I needed some spring blooms. Big time.
Last weekend I hacked back our forsythia shrub and brought some branches in to the house. The forsythia grows out of control anyway, so I figured it needed a major haircut.
Husband: What’s up with all the sticks in the house?
Wife: Give it a week and then you’ll see. (I am so sage with wisdom…)
I filled one vase on the kitchen table and another on top of our bar. Please excuse the clutter on the bar. I’ve been wanting to find a mirror to hang above that baby for two years…it’s edging higher and higher on the to-do list!
One week later, we have this:
If you have a forsythia bush, get hacking! Otherwise, sneak into your neighbor’s yard under the cover of night and hack away at theirs. Forsythia are so prolific, they won’t even notice. (Or you could ask first, to be prim, proper and polite.)