The Extraordinary in the Ordinary

In your average spring I might have just passed on by as the forsythia bloomed. Sure they have those great bright colors, but, well, you know, it's just the old forsythia bush in its moment of glory.

But what a waste that would be in any year.

This year I am more attentive to every sight of spring I can find. It is coming so late and after so much snow and cold. It may be why I couldn't avoid walking across the parking lot the other day just to take a picture of the extraordinarily wonderful, ordinary old forsythia bush.