Still thinking about my recent experience with Forsythia, I went back to my photos from that day. I remembered stepping to the left and plunging deeper into the stand to get some close-ups. There, the light changed quite a bit and the flowers took on an orange-ish hue that I still didn't find attractive — but not for lack of trying. Since then, I've found myself unsettled by my lack of love for Forsythia.
Always intrigued by plant history and the Victorian language of flowers, I decided to dive into learning more about this straggly shrub. I now know that its four-petaled flowers droop in the rain to protect reproductive parts — something interesting to watch for in the future; and the Victorians used Forsythia to symbolize "anticipation." Funny and appropriate — for after all my research, I still find myself anticipating the day when I can say that I like Forsythia.
I praise you, Lord, for all of your creations no matter what.
You're giving it good effort. Forsythia is such a joyful plant to me and the bigger the better. I was attempting to grow a bush between my neighbor's yard and ours. I was anticipating the day when it was big and bushy and glad to know the deer don't like it. Well, not my deer! They stripped it twice and I just discovered someone yanked it out of my garden without permission. I'm not sure it would have grown back but whether it was my husband or the neighbor, I just wished they'd asked first. Oh my that has nothing to do with your picture! You may not like it but you did get a very nice shot of it!
