One thing I've come to love about the Grand Valley in springtime is the forsythia. One day everything looks like winter, and then without warning every forsythia plant in the valley blossoms screaming yellow.
I've waited a bit long to take this picture, because now the grass is turning green, too. Sometimes yellow is the only color you see. I took this photo across the street from the post office in the parklike patch of grass next to my dentist's office. I love those big rocks right in the middle of town. And you can still see a little snow on Grand Mesa there in the background.
One thing I've come to love about the Grand Valley in springtime is the forsythia. One day everything looks like winter, and then without warning every forsythia plant in the valley blossoms screaming yellow.
I've waited a bit long to take this picture, because now the grass is turning green, too. Sometimes yellow is the only color you see. I took this photo across the street from the post office in the parklike patch of grass next to my dentist's office. I love those big rocks right in the middle of town. And you can still see a little snow on Grand Mesa there in the background.
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