At the end of my clothesline I planted a yellow flowering shrub. In the spring Forsythia is bright and sunny as lemon pie and as fragile looking as lace. The stems sprout new growth that is red in the winter and puts out leaves earlier than any other plants. A clothespin somehow found a new home in the branches.

Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

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