Shawled in morning fog,
The distant mountain sleeps -- no
Shout disturbs its peace.
The distant mountain sleeps -- no
Shout disturbs its peace.
The shoots of the forsythia, thick with yellow flowers, are like fireworks exploding, spiralling outwards in joyous abandon.
It seems to me that the sight of all that golden glory should rightfully be accompanied by glad shouts -- something like the verse from Job --"The morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy."
12 comments:
Wonderful images, both photographic and philosophic.
Beautiful words and photographic images, Vicki! What a joy it is to visit your blog :)
Forsythias - my personal marker of hope and renewal. First signs of springs arrival always bring a big smile to my face. I adore this gorgeous shout for joy plant.
Yes there is something almost outrageous about that mass of yellow : it's as if the pigment factory was on overtime.
nice. it is beautiful for sure and i like the job ref, it surely fits...
Beautiful words and gorgeous images!
Forsythia around here is all over town these days, as are cherry blossoms.
wonderful... a beautiful yellow :)
Just beautiful! Photographs and words...just beautiful.
Lovely photos. I swear I think the Forsythia is prettier and brighter this year than I've ever seen it before.
(loved the april fools day post)
Very beautiful images and words. We should all shout for joy at the beauty spring brings.
Just like liquid sunshine. Ours haven't bloomed yet...but soon!
Through the years, all us kids had our childhood photos taken in front of mom's forsythia bush. By the time we had our graduation photos taken in front of the same bush, it was taller than we were.
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