It is pouring down rain as I write this. I love the sound of it on the roof. And we need the moisture. The ponds along my route home need rainwater to fill them. We have endured drought conditions through number of seasons recently.
I hope the rain will also be good for my hyacinths outside beside the front walk.
The ones I plant inside seem to do just fine. For some reason, though, those in the flower bed out front are rather poorly blooming.
I love everything about hyacinths. Pehaps because my Grandmother grew the prettiest tallest fullest ones imagineable I grew to love them early. Their scent brings her to mind as surely as the smell of gardenia, which she wore in the form of sachet.
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