Hyacinth

I finally got out in the garden this past weekend to do some much needed weeding. I don’t know what the greatest offender’s name is, but it had spread everywhere. Luckily, the roots weren’t deep, so I didn’t have to dig too much before ripping it out. It was quite satisfying plucking and chucking it onto the sidewalk. Now, the crocuses and daffodils can really shine. Next to bloom: my childhood favorite, the hyacinth. The petals are still tucked tightly together and have a greenish hue, but it won’t be long before they unfurl and make every trip I make up and down my front walk a little more divine. Neighbors have caught me down on my knees with my nose in the hyacinth – it can be a little embarrassing, but I’m not going to stop. “Oh, hello, I was just smelling a hyacinth” is worth the instant connection with all that has ever been wonderful about spring.