When I was a teenager, our mom gave each of us a hyacinth bulb one year for Christmas. As I recall, it came with a glass that allowed the bulb to sit suspended, with the roots growing into the cup of water below. Having the chance to grow one indoors was magical. With just one to focus on, I could see the changes day by day. The scent was intoxicating. It’s been a favorite ever since.
Several years ago I bought a half a dozen hyacinth bulbs at our local Costco. They’ve moved from place to place over the years, but just when I think they’re spent, a few come back. Three of them popped up on the back patio last week. They’ve been nibbled here and there, but they’re pretty just the same. The scent carries me back, as they often do, to our small apartment growing up: powerful, fragrant and at times bittersweet.
Great photo’s Alys, I almost think it might be possible to smell your Hyacinths. I’ve forced them for inside many times, I loved the white. Petals and Blossum make it almost impossible to have house plants, they just don’t let them alone. I have one plant and thinking about putting it out of it’s misery. What a wonderful New Year surprise, I can only imagine how great they smell.
Thank you, Boomdee! Some cats leave plants alone, and others don’t. Years ago my roommates cat would push open my bedroom door each morning and nibble on my plants. Other cats dig in them or use them as their own personal facility. I feel your pain.
I’ll go outside to wave a fan. Sending the fragrance your way.
The white are beautiful, I agree.
Beautiful color! Mtetar