|With stripy shadows from the shrubs across the path.|
|Resting my eyes from counting distant Trumpeter swans. The snowdrops droop in a swan-like posture, too.|
Recent windstorms had broken off a few branches from the forsythia on my front lawn. I realized they were trying to bud, even lying abandoned on the grass, so I brought them inside and gave them some water. And now they're blooming before their sisters back on the bush.
|So very yellow!|