I love forsythia as much as ever, and, like last year, I've gone about my city stealing a branch here and branch there to brighten up my house. Luke says he's sad when forsythia season is over and I stop pointing out every one we see as we drive down the road (and I choose to believe he's not being sarcastic).
But because all those other things about spring (the warming weather, the cherry blossoms, the daffodils, and the new leaves) are nice, too, I don't discriminate and collect pretty things for every room.
In the kitchen: a big, gaudy vase full of forsythia that's as wide as my whole table.
In the living room: a much more demure bouquet of daffodils.
And for the bathroom: Grape Hyacinth/Muscari
