As the anniversary of my husband Steven’s death approaches (Feb. 3), I have been feeling low. Of course there are many reasons to feel low these days, and other people have greater problems and stresses than mine. I am not starting this post to complain but to mention a delightful thing that happened to cheer me up.
At Steve’s funeral last February, only one person sent flowers. Jenn, a good friend from our days doing community theatre in Massena, NY, and her family sent hyacinth bulbs. They did not grow and bloom till after the funeral, but I certainly enjoyed the sight and scent of them on my kitchen counter. I meant to plant the bulbs in my yard, where I hoped they would spread their joy every year hereafter, but, well, with one thing and another, it was not a good year for yards and gardens. The pot with the bulbs continued to sit in my kitchen, moving from the counter to the floor when I needed the space.
Imagine my surprise when I noticed a little green beginning to poke its way out. Not daring to get my hopes up, I watered it and waited. They grew! They bloomed! They got a little top heavy and bowed over, so I tried to prop them up with glasses.
I should have cleared away the clutter in the background. I never think of these things.
Oh dear, that picture looks blurrier than it looked on my phone. I should have used the Tablet. Of course the clearest picture in the world would not share the lovely scent. Spring time! It gives me hope.
Not huge, but lovely.
I went in for a close-up of some of the blooms. I know sometimes hyacinths have greater bunches of flowers, and perhaps these will too, eventually. In the meantime, they are certainly making a bright spot in a gloomy January.
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