Forsythia time

It's cheerful seeing the forsythia blazing outside the living room window. It started out as a little stick in a plastic bag. I probably paid a couple of dollars for it, which was still money 35 years ago. Have you been to a plant nursery lately? Goodness, what little snips and starts cost now. We're sitting on a fortune of old plants.

What a cute poem. People don't plant those old-fashioned "woody shrubs" anymore, especially in garish yellow. The landscaping around the big new box houses is minimalist, boring really. Most of the lot footprint is taken up with the structure. 

Happy St. Patrick's Day. Wouldn't the world be a dull place without the charming and entertaining Irish? The best thing about this day might be the excuse to make corned beef and cabbage, although the meal is more traditional American than Irish.

We had ours last night. Very tasty, and enough left to make sandwiches for the drive to Twisp tomorrow. Nova has a speaking part in a community theater play, and after many months of rehearsal, the performance is finally here.