My soul begged for a bit of spring last night as I trumped through the snow speckled streets of Boston. I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few needed items and could not resist grabbing a bunch of hyacinths. Their vibrant, purple aroma taunted me with tidings of spring. I hurried home to bring these flowers to refreshment. Trimming the stems over the kitchen sink, I lingered in the floral scent floating up from the half-opened buds. Ah, Spring is my season. It renews me, reinvigorates my spirit. A period of pure, sweet-smelling moments that lifts me to a place of magical thinking. I put the flowers in a vase on my bedside table - a perfect placement. The aroma of spring hung in the air as I drifted to sleep, dreaming of scenes colored in purple and perfumed in notes of the coming season.
Inspired by the Billy Collins poem, "Marginalia," about writing in the margins of books that you love, I write in the margins of a life that I love.
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February 17, 2010
Of Hyacinth Blooms
My soul begged for a bit of spring last night as I trumped through the snow speckled streets of Boston. I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few needed items and could not resist grabbing a bunch of hyacinths. Their vibrant, purple aroma taunted me with tidings of spring. I hurried home to bring these flowers to refreshment. Trimming the stems over the kitchen sink, I lingered in the floral scent floating up from the half-opened buds. Ah, Spring is my season. It renews me, reinvigorates my spirit. A period of pure, sweet-smelling moments that lifts me to a place of magical thinking. I put the flowers in a vase on my bedside table - a perfect placement. The aroma of spring hung in the air as I drifted to sleep, dreaming of scenes colored in purple and perfumed in notes of the coming season.
This is such a pretty picture! Hyacinth are my favorite-smelling flowers! I have a bunch of bulbs I forgot to plant before the ground froze :( oh well. Have a wonderful day, Emily! xo
ReplyDeleteAh. Funny story, one of my favorite memories of visiting Boston before I moved here last summer was buying a bunch of bright pink daisies and taking them back to the hotel with me. Completely silly, but it made me fall in love with the city a little bit more :)
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