I will own up immediately to having pillaged these forsythia stems from our neighbour’s hedge, or was it the roadside verge? One or the other, anyway.
In the past I generally would have shunned forsythia, both for its yellowness and its ubiquity, but in recent years I have instead admired its early spring freshness on other blogs and in other bloggers’ vases – to the extent that last year I ordered a dwarf variety, sadly struggling but at least still alive. And most definitely not going to flower this year, hence the pillaging. Avoiding using the word often associated with pillage, the stems have indeed been deflowered; long and lanky as they were, the stems required substantial reduction to fit comfortably in the vase.
The pillaged stems and their deflowered lower blooms were placed in perhaps my earliest vase, the blue ribbed stoneware one that historically was used for all those supermarket daffodils I used to buy at this time of the year before IAVOM. Perhaps some of you may have to resort to foraging/pillaging for today’s vase if you have no blooms or other material in your own gardens – that was not the case here, but the forsythia kept shouting “come and get me”, so I did. If you would like to share any Monday vases with a wider audience, please leave the usual links to and from this post.