Abby picked a buttload of these babies last night in the front yard, and my entire house smells like hyacinths. At first I liked it, but after a little while, it’s cloying perfume is nauseating. But oh-heck-no, I can’t throw them away. I can’t even move them from the kitchen table where she carefully placed them. It would crush her flower-soul and send her into paroxysms of wanton shrieking. Instead, I’m off to take another Benedryl. For the love of my girl.

4 thoughts on “Hyacinth

  1. Mmm, hyacinth… Know what you’re saying about the overload, though. Once, when in the hospital for an extended stay, I was given some beautiful Lilies . Because I was so ill, the smell has always reminded me of that non-pleasant time. Sigh.

  2. Puts the whole hyacinths for the soul quote in a whole new light! Perhaps you can talk her into believing that the flowers miss the sun and fresh air.

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