Forsythias are the first bush flowers to come out in the coldest time of the year. If any honey bees make it out of the hive on a warmer day and encounters these, it’s surely a special treat.
I see these all over the mountains in Western North Carolina, but I haven’t seen them in super abundance except in the mountains in Italy, and there, always with the big white oxen grazing next to them, making their milk used for mozarella, the real kind, all milky. You don’t need olive oil or salt, but the tomatoes and basil go well. I wonder if the Holy Family could ever even once afford such good things in life. I’m thinking not.
But at least we can give some of the flowers to the Immaculate Conception, right?