I have very few regrets about the plantings of Maple Hoo, but one of them, this time of year, is the lack of forsythia. Of course, forsythias look like ass most of the year, but for a few weeks in Spring, they’re the very best. We have one scraggly little stick in the backyard that’s currently trying its hardest to be a festive, bright yellow spray, but really, it’s not that great. Fortunately, I get my forsythia fix at work, along the path outside my building. They were slow in coming, but today I stepped outside into a brisk, sunny afternoon and was greeted by an eruption of loveliness.
In the immortal words of Farmer Hoggett, that’ll do, pig.