No, this is the Northern Hemisphere. Sunny and I walk by a
house that has a forsythia
wreath on its door, right now.
For some reason, I find this a lot more jarring than the people
who leave their Christmas decorations up until Spring.
In New England, forsythia is one of those pledges that Spring
is about to arrive. Everything’s grey and brown and muddy, and
hardly any green has gotten going yet, and suddenly there are
bright yellow flowers.
If you’re getting tired of the grey and brown, you can bring
some branches in and force them even while there’s still snow, and get the bright
yellow in your home even before it gets going outside.
In October, there are trees blazing orange and yellow and red,
and still lots of green grass, especially in a rainy year like
this.
So my guess is that the person with the forsythia on their
front door isn’t much of a botanist or seasonal decorator.