Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh (1972). “Bring me a unicorn: diaries and letters of Anne Morrow Lindbergh, 1922-1928”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt P
