Quote by Anne Rivers Siddons

“It was already spring, brilliant the way springs were in Philadelphia. The forsythia had passed their prime, but the dogwoods and the lilac were…

— Anonymous

“Away for a day and the desk bloomed like forsythia, one moment barren and empty, the next full of unruly flowers.”

— J.T. Ellison

“My avant garde planters complete, they now yearned to be occupied.”

— Matt Puchalski

“Life is amazingly simplified,” she wrote in her journal, “now that the recalcitrant forsythia has at last decided to come and blurt out springtime…

— Elizabeth Winder

“Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.”

— Nora Roberts

“That night the first frost of autumn struck Tucker's Grove. It crept up from the ground, snaring the fragile roots of plants. It emerged…

— Kevin J. Anderson

“Looking at these pictures, I wonder, did that part of me that flourished around him, like prized perennials under a tender gardener's care, die…

— Lisa Schroeder

“The sooner the gardener loses certain kinds of innocence the better, and there is no better place to begin than with the weather.”

— Henry Mitchell

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

“That's Lily all over, you know: she works like a slave preparing the ground and sowing her seed; but the day she ought to…

— Edith Wharton

“She had come into the garden expecting summer roses and had instead been caught in a bank of twisted, thorny, frostbitten vines.”

— Nenia Campbell

“That night Flora wanted to eat watermelon.”

— Dorit Rabinyan