I’ve been searching for signs of Spring this week, but it hasn’t really sprung here yet. And it’s been a cold, rainy week, which hasn’t helped either. This forsythia at the edge of our yard isn’t in bloom yet, but I do adore forsythias. The bright yellow when everything else is still dull just makes me smile, especially the ones that are allowed to grow more or less wild with branches shooting off in all directions, a riot of flowers.