Or, in French, forsythia. Yup. Same word. Just a slightly different pronunciation [for-seece-YAH]. The French don't have our th sound in their language. Now is the forsythia's flowering season. We have two bushes in our garden. One is larger than the other; the smaller one seems to be dying. A friend noticed a fungus growing on the lower stems last year. And in the past couple of years it hasn't bloomed as profusely as it's larger brother.
I'm sad to say that we're probably going to take it out sometime this year. Oh well. It will be an opportunity to put something new in. What I don't know is if I'll have to worry about that fungus remaining in the ground and attacking whatever we put in. I'll have to do some research.
Our month of March is going out like a lamb. Sunny, pleasant, and dry days have been the characteristics of the last week or so. We've been working in the garden, sitting out in the sun, and yesterday we got the grill out for hamburgers (turkey burgers, actually). We're expecting a little cool down over the weekend, but there's no significant precipitation in sight. The news is full of stories of the deepening drought.
Cold, gloom, and rain
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