It's almost time!! Forsythias and their bright yellow four-lobed flowers are about to bloom. Growing up in Manassas, Virginia, our massive and probably overgrown forsythia bushes would bloom a sea of yellow flowers on the hill next to our house right around my dad's birthday in early March, symbolizing the start of spring. Every year I become nostalgic at the first sight of Forsythias. Do you have something that takes you back and reminds you of your roots?
Forsythia Trail. Prints available.
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Garden Party, acrylic on canvas, 16" x 16". Original and Prints available.
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