Save the Forsythia Fort

It has been a very warm and early spring, not sure if more like a lion or lamb, maybe more like a hybrid of them both combined. The seasons are a little out of whack here in the North East of America this year. The unseasonal sun is helping buds pop early. Our forsythia, usually the first of the flowers to bloom, is rioting a month ahead of schedule. The last two nights, there has been a danger of frost. My concern is that the beautiful sunshiny branches of the flowering bush will loose their yellow if the air gets too cold.

We have a long path of forsythia lining one edge of our property. If you sneak underneath the branches, you enter the forsythia fort, a great hideout in any season, but especially magical in the spring. We go out and enjoy the beauty before the flowers pass.

We hide in the fort with paper and sharpies, drawing the branches and buds. Big K and the boys usually take shears to the inside of the fort about twice a year, so it’s nice and spacious.

…and make forsythia crowns. We snip long and short, full and bare branches with a long pair of shears. Friend H makes a bouquet to take home to mommy.

On the way to PreK this morning, Friend A introduces a great game to us, where we shout FORsythia every time we see the bright yellow bowing branches.