Forsythia, Forsythia, Forsythia...
I've been admiring the Forsythia for about a week now. They were just starting to peek through the leaves on their glorious branches, and today they're in full bloom. On Friday, I dropped my students off at their art special and to my amazement, the art teacher had a sample of a Forsythia project she was going to make with them. They we going to make Forsythia out of yellow tissue paper, and glue them to branches in a vase. I spent the whole week noticing Forsythia everywhere, and my students would be creating that very thing in art.
I started thinking about why I get so excited when the Forsythia start to bloom. The typical reason is because it's one of the first signs of spring. When the Forsythia start to bloom, I know spring is around the corner. Then it occurred to me that it reminds me of my childhood. When I was little, we had Forsythia bushes in our yard. I always thought the flowers were bright and beautiful. I remember spending many spring days making mud pies. I would use the pans that came with my Easy Bake Oven as a mold. I would put dirt and water in one of the pans and stir the mixture with a stick as if it were cake batter. I would turn the concoction upside down onto a surface like our picnic table, and lift the pan away, leaving a perfectly round mud pie. I would then collect a few Forsythia branches from a nearby bush, and use the delicate flowers to decorate my pies. The end result would be a masterpiece. So, when I see the Forsythia in bloom, I think of spring and great childhood memories. Do kids still do that? Make mud pies?
I hope so.