A Cheerful Yellow Reward

I am midway through winter pruning in the vineyard. Yesterday I did two rows, but it was slow going, with gusty winds making an already damp and chilly day even colder. But finally I reached the end of the row and stood surrounded by the bright yellow blooms of our long row of forsythia. So I clipped some branches as my reward for sticking with it all day. And now, as I sit looking out at the rain, I have a tall bouquet of yellow flowers to cheer me up. Go spring.