Hi. I'm a painter, a writer and a mother of three teenage sons, one with a severe disability. This is a journal: riotously disorganized, full of art, food, children and everyday domestic events. Unless you are a friend or family member you may not be interested, but you are welcome to look. Artists who are parents may find some common ground here, as well as parents of children with special needs. For art only, see my site: nancybeamiller.blogspot.com
Thursday, May 5
FORSYTHIA
in my neighbor's yard. You could make an argument for various other flowering bushes being the quintessential suburban shrub, but I would vote without hesitation for the forsythia. When my family moved from New York City to the suburbs of Connecticut, when I was a child, this was the bush that imprinted on me. I just could hardly believe my eyes. A plant bigger than I was that was uncompromisingly cadmium yellow from top to bottom! And I could worm my way in amongst the branches and be swallowed up in the very heart of yellow.
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