First came the forsythia, in welcome yellow delicacy all over the city, and here and there about the grounds.
"Betty Lee, Freshman"
Harriet Pyne Grove
Across a flat bristling with rhododendrons and so small as to be accounted scarce more than a ledge, trotted the cow-pony; insinuated his way through a fringe of forsythia brush just beginning to yellow; dug his shoe-prongs into the earth of a steep, but easier slope.
"Lonesome Town"
Ethel and James Dorrance
The grass in the parks was turning green, forsythia bloomed golden, and boys were playing marbles on the streets and sidewalks.
"Carl and the Cotton Gin"
Sara Ware Bassett