For those of you unfamiliar with forsythias, they herald the start of spring with blazing yellow glory. This is just down the road a bit.
Ours, I’m afraid, are a sad excuse for a flowering bush. Notice the boys on the table? The other night we were eating dinner outside and all of a sudden from nowhere, Sherman came BOUNDING up on the table. They seem unable to extrapolate from us eating at the table inside (where he is well-behaved) to outside. Or maybe it’s all a ruse. I lean towards the latter.