My Hyacinth Miracle
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits. ~ Carl Sandburg
Every spring is the only spring - a perpetual astonishment. ~Ellis Peters
Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men. ~Chinese Proverb
Last year I bought a very inexpensive pot of hyacinths. I do this every spring. It is a way a greeting and embracing the spring. Usually at some point in the winter, I have a clear-out and throw out the old dirt, as they never seem to survive. This winter has been busy... busy with illness, anxiety and a 'To Do' list that never seems to shrink.
My pot of hyacinths were cut back when they stopped blooming and put on a window sill behind a chair in the conservatory, and hidden from view they were promptly forgotten.
It was my husband who discovered them blooming.
As clearly a miracle has occured, I have moved them to the sitting room and made them the subject of today's post.
Everytime their fragrance wafts my way, I am reminded that soon there will roses in bloom and lavender and warm sunshine...
You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.'
Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.
~T.S. Eliot (The Waste Land and Other Writings)
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