If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.
– Muslih al-Din Sa’di
Hyacinths are one of my very favorite flowers. They remind me of my mother and home and summer.
Spring arrived on the Kansas plains this week, bringing blooms with it. The smell of hyacinths is so intense, it fills any room where they’re put.
There are never enough of them. That’s how I felt about them when I was a kid, and I still do. I’m not sure how many I would need to plant in order to pick as many as I’d like to have inside. The same is true of some of my other favorites – Lily of the Valley, Honeysuckle, Daffodils, Calla Lilies – well, this list could go on and on.
The purple is my favorite hyacinth, just because it’s what I remember from childhood. But I also love the pink and white, too. Maybe this year I will plant some of the other colors, and more of these, too.
This little vase is one of my favorites. I bought it for $1 at a sale and I have treasured it. It’s missing the neck of the lute, but I love it just as much as I would if it were perfect.
In fact, it is perfect as far as I’m concerned.
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