Behold my blooming forsythia! Spring has indeed sprung. Well, since the forsythia was forced to bloom, maybe not quite yet.
We actually don't have any forsythia (try saying that three times fast) in our yard, but my sister's yard does. We were over there on Tuesday and my dad had brought some branches inside to force. I saw them and went "aww, I wish we had forsythia." My mum pulled them out of the vase and pushed them into Justin's hands, while asking my dad over her shoulder if he could cut some more to replace them. I gots good parents.