The really low blow:
Well, I don't get it. When we bought our garden (and the house in it) we found a large stand of forsythia along the back fence. The bright flowers on the arching branches are cheerful harbingers of Spring, in my book. I don't know what variety we have, but I suspect it's the loathed Forsythia x intermedia that horrifies the aesthetes of the botanical world.
To me, a blooming spray of forsythia against the sky is a fountain of light.