We brought these home from the store when they had only a few blooms. I didn’t know what they were but I loved the intersecting lines of the branches. The longer they sat the more they’ve bloomed and to say I was mystified was an understatement. I’ve since realized that they’re forsythia, and that this is what they do – you cut them in winter and bring them inside. The warm air and a vase full of water makes them explode in a sea of yellow flowers. It’s a magic trick if you ask me.