Forsythias seem to be everywhere, like them or not.
Some people call them garden thugs. Which they can be.
I like them when they're treated nicely.
I especially admire this one. It appears to have been pruned into a tree shape, allowing the blooming fronds to cascade in the wind.
This time of year forsythia shows up as a bit of sunshine around town.
One shrub provides a bright spot.
And many provide a feast of yellow rays for the eyes.
This bleeding heart shares some space.
Forsythia is often shaped into mounds, especially in commercial plantings.
Perhaps the caretakers are afraid of the wild and crazy look of an untrimmed shrub.
But I prefer that wild look. They seem to be shouting exuberantly, "Look, look! Spring has arrived! Isn't it glorious?"
Sometimes gardeners get very ambitious. (From a gardening forum.)
"Crew cut" forsythia are another option.
But however you shape it, forsythias won't be denied.
How do you like yours? Or do you?