Oh, Forsythia! I was actually thinking about you this weekend, if that's not too strange a thing to say, because I was brainstorming ways to get the 'Charles/Erik talking about the garden' story off the ground and remembering your great suggestions. Maybe I'll get some coffee this afternoon and try to whack away at the story once again.

Erik: Let's go into the garden where there's privacy. For private moments. Alone.

Charles: We do both know that the forsythia planted all around this garden is one of the first plants to bloom in spring? It has a brief, bright blossom and then it fades?

Erik: You're the symbologist, Charles.

Charles: Did you say something about private moments?