The rainy weather and absence of heavy frost has freed the Forsythia bushes to bloom more brightly than I recall. Each gorgeous yellow blossom is crowded right on the shoulders of the neighbor flower. They are just packed gold upon gold.
One of our bushes provides us a shield from the road dust, along with being a big, green beauty spot on the property. We’ve been reluctant to crop it down because of the dust barrier. By the time the blossoms are really done, we have other garden duties. Then the weather gets hot. We just find all kinds of excuses to put off working on the trimming of that bush. Till this week. This week, I’ve been clipping gold! The big dust bush may have needed more, but I think I took about 15% to 20% from the side on that we look at which needed to have a chance for new growth. This will let light deeper into the big bush.
Forsythia bushes will propagate by having one swooping branch gain sufficient contact with the soil under the bush that it can take root. I found several small ones that I could pot and have ready to share with friends and family. We have other trials in place for propagation. I filled several small pots with growing medium and different sizes of Forsythia branches last winter, tucked them under leaves where they would be able to preserve moisture and await to see if I was successful. I have some poked into holes in the little box of lasagna gardening arrangements. Another bouquet of small branches has been set up in a raised bed which is destined to become the perennial garden.
The gold of Forsythia greets the spring ahead of other shrubs. It seems that gardeners either like the bush or definitely do not like it!
The bush bears the name of a renowned 19th century gardener, William Forsyth (1737-1804),from Scotland. Forsyth was a Superintendent of the Royal Gardens at Kensington Palace in England. If someone of this caliber likes Forsythia bushes, then I am in good company.
While we are getting unusual amounts of rain to keep the soils dampened, we sometimes have days with leaden, fog smudged skies. It seems to me that the Forsythia gold glows even brighter when the sun is not shining. I want to believe that the yellow blossoms have absorbed vast amounts of sunshine. Have drawn sunshine from the rich earth beneath the roots and flashed the light back out at us in those little golden bells.
Can you tell, we love our Forsythias and plan to keep them. And set out more when we can.