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Forcing an Early Spring with Forsythia

February 11, 2016 by Kate Mayer 2 Comments

Forcing spring with forsythiaI interrupt the winter that never was to continue a family tradition of forcing spring to bloom.

I hate this non-winter weather. I want my seasons seasonal: the winters cold and snowy; spring muddy and breezy; summer hot and muggy; fall crisp and brisk.

That’s how it is supposed to be; this is why we live here. It is unsettling when the seasons get confused; the daffodils and woodchucks and skunks are baffled.

So am I.

Despite the balmy weather plaguing the Northeast this winter – thank you global warming, or perhaps due to the hot, vile air from Trump – I will continue the family tradition of forcing spring to occur mid February.

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This tradition is a promise of what is ahead; that all is not dark and grey. Spring is in fact coming if we are patient and notice the little changes day by day.

We have forced spring to bloom with forsythia since I was a little girl.

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I’d come home and there’d be vases of sticks all over the house. Knobby, prickly sticks poking out of jelly jars, pitchers, empty wine bottles. They were everywhere: the kitchen counter, mantlepiece, bathroom vanity.

It was the first sign of spring growing up, right in the middle of the doldrums of winter, usually in the middle of our kitchen table.

Soon enough, the sticks evolved into bubbles of hope, then bursts of sunshine, and by the time the petals fell off inside the house, they would begin all over again outside on the giant bushes that lined the roads and edged the fields.

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For years after my grandmother gave up on New York state winters and fled to Florida like it said she must in some unwritten, assumed senior citizen contract, my dad would send her boxes of sticks each February.

Forsythia branches, the clipped ends wrapped with wet newspaper, rubberbanded tightly, then tucked snug in a plastic bag, before being gently boxed and sent overnight to sunny Florida.

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This forsythia tradition continues today, winter or not. We bring the branches inside, place them in jugs and vases and empty wine bottles, and patiently wait for spring to come.

It’s always worth the wait to see what spring promises to deliver.

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  1. Gabi Coatsworth says

    March 7, 2016 at 4:23 pm

    Great idea – I am going outside to pick some right now. Thanks for the reminder!

    Reply
    • Kate Mayer says

      March 7, 2016 at 8:55 pm

      Spring is in the air! Thx for the read Gabi; you are a breath of sunshine!

      Reply

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An irreverent storyteller with a foul mouth and big heart, Kathryn Mayer (aka Kathy and/or Kate) is a writer, humorist, and (former) activist writing out loud with humor and grace about little life moments with big ripples, including the space between parenting and aging parents, social issues, angsty reflections of midlife, and, sigh, gun humpers. Still. Sometimes a big deal, sometimes not Mayer is a national award-winning columnist, according to the National Society of Newspaper Columnists, and her essays have been recognized as Voice of … Read More Here...

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