sell the other and
buy hyacinths to feed your soul.
every year at this time, after the holidays have been put away and the lack of anything
green outside my windows begins to feel tedious,
the old farm house seems to be just begging for fresh flowers to warm her chilly corners.
She doesn't really mind what they might be,
as long as they're fragrant and they must be white.
I found pots and pots of my very favorite white hyacinths at our little mercantile yesterday.
Stepping inside from the chill air, their heady scent greeted me before I saw them.
Immediately, I could feel the knot in my neck begin to relax
and myself just drinking it all in.
I do believe its true, that we need hyacinths for our souls, whether it's a potted bloom, a bouquet of lemony daffodils, a tiny green trailing ivy or the sight of tight bundles of pink edged white roses.
The coolness and freshness of flowers, alive and blooming against the chill.
a balm for our winter weary souls.
So here they are in an old ironstone punch bowl, scenting the room while we read
by the fire. My husband with his book, me with mine~
a new book about 18th century houses & gardens.
those are balms for my winter weary soul.
wishing you all a bright and shiny first day of
February and hyacinths for your soul.