tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950322009130716236.post6212913377512833360..comments2008-01-21T14:09:04.106-08:00Susan Kapuscinski Gaylordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10174952588173490738noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950322009130716236.post-52783461501808413742008-01-21T14:09:00.000-08:002008-01-21T14:09:00.000-08:00I enjoy reading your postings, this one really spoke to me. In 1973 we were living in Hamilton, Ontario having lived all my life 'til then in South Africa. Our son was two and a half and he was devastated when the Christmas<BR/>tree was "thrown out". I had heard somewhere that you could force forsythia and we had a huge bush in the garden. Out we went through mounds of snow and I cut off a number of smaller branches which I took in and and stuck in a large kenzan in a big white saucer like vase. Each day we filled it up with<BR/>water and after about two weeks I noticed a pale yellow tinge and then one day there were tiny little bright yellow flowers here and there. Our son was beside himself and when his dad came home that night he could barely get the<BR/>words out "look daddy, magic twigs have flowers!" <BR/><BR/><BR/>Needless to say "magic twigs" is what we call them to this day and now living in Edmonton, Alberta my florist has learned to get the first branches - before they're forced - for me - should get a call any day. I have had a bush for the past three years and last year was able to force my own, but<BR/>not until March!Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07125523225516365737noreply@blogger.com