Native to eastern Asia and southern Europe but widely cultivated for their branches of bright yellow bell-shaped flowers

Usage examples of forsythia.

Bill Corde pressed toward the paper through a tangle of juniper and maple saplings and stubborn runners of forsythia.

Forsythia and spirea sprawled across the grass, and a gnarled old apple tree had flung itself into an extravagance of frothy bloom, as if it knew this might be its final outburst.

The crocuses had come and gone, as had the forsythia blossoms, but patches of yellow daffodils remained, and tulips were starting to bloom.

Stocking-capped gnomes peeked through the forsythias, their mischievous faces still as stone.

It was partly hidden by the sprawling forsythia, but I had no problem recognizing the dent in the hood and the bumper sticker that inquired if you had hugged your cosmetologist lately.

Shrubs give us a variety of flowers all year: winter-flowering cherry, heather, forsythia - that magical shrub that brightens up the most boring patches in the garden on cold wintry days.

It was, Mavis had explained to him in advance, the weekly Agape Ludens, or Love Feast Game, of the Discordians, and the dining hall was newly bedecked with pornographic and psychedelic posters, Christian and Buddhist and Amerindian mystic designs, balloons and lollypops dangling from the ceiling on Day-Glo-dabbed strings, numinous paintings of Discordian saints (including Norton I, Sigismundo Malatesta, Guillaume of Aquitaine, Chuang Chou, Judge Roy Bean, various historical figures even more obscure, and numerous gorillas and dolphins), bouquets of roses and forsythia and gladiolas and orchids, clusters of acorns and gourds, and the inevitable proliferation of golden apples, pentagons and octopi.

The shaggy golden suds of blooming forsythia glow through the smoke that fogs the garden while Rabbit burns rakings of crumpled stalks, perished grass, oak leaves shed in the dark privacy of winter, and rosebud prunings that cling together in in­furiating ankle-clawing clumps.

Everywhere the forsythia and pussywillow were in bloom, as well as the shallow bushes along the riverbank, and the air became suddenly flush with spring.

Foster had been recalcitrant, pointing out that the forsythia would have to go and the weigela, and them there lilacs, but Gwenda had been adamant, and he was now almost enthusiastic about his task.