Sunday, February 07, 2010

The hyacinth experience, sight and smell

All nine of the hyacinths growing in glass vases have burst into bloom simultaneously. Winter has brought a bumper harvest!

This is just one slice of the hyacinth experience. The other part is the heavy scent, so deliciously syrupy that even a smelling-impaired person like myself can discern the perfume. I moved a platter full of the apricot-colored "Gypsy Queen" bulbs down to the dining room sideboard so that I could enjoy the sweet waves as I sat working with my sewing machine at the table nearby. I was floating in a happy little hyacinth bubble, unbothered by the challenges usually posed ripping out seams, trimming and re-trimming, and laboriously matching up quilt blocks. A good place to spend a winter weekend.

1 comment:

Commonweeder said...

I love hyacinths, but somehow they just don't do what they are supposed to, in a hyacinth glass, or in the garden. I've about given up, although I haven't dug up the wretched things in the border.