Good news over the weekend. At least as far as I am concerned. I glanced out the window and noticed yellow. What was once a pile of sticks is starting to turn yellow.
At least one of them is. I have a few forsythia around the yard. One, in particular, seems to try to get a bit of a jump on his neighbours each year, and starts a day or so ahead of them in letting his yellow show. It usually doesn’t take long for the others to catch up, but one always seems to feel the need to be first.
I call this particular bush Sideshow Bob. Not for it’s criminal tendencies or circus abilities. It’s more the haircut. Or trim, I guess you would call it in Bob’s case, since he really doesn’t have hair. My wife is of the impression Sideshow Bob should be a taller bush, so she has been neglecting to take a little off the top, the result being neatly trimmed sides and a rather wild looking top. But Sideshow Bob doesn’t seem to mind.
And Bob seems to have friends. There have been birds that have occasionally lived amoung Bob’s branches. Once the yellow falls off and the green takes over, it’s a little hard to see inside Bob. But I have spotted nests in the fall. Which is interesting, but I’m not going over and stick my face in there. Most birds seem to enjoy their privacy at home. And my nose is not in need of a good pecking. So I won’t be checking until after the season is over. But I might keep a watch on traffic in the area.
But it’s nice to know it’s getting started. At the moment, it’s not much more than a yellow glow. But soon there will be flowers on those branches. It makes me feel warmer just looking at it.