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.
Dandelion Mama 
How sweet of you to let her enjoy them. Love that you are finding so many positive things in your new place.
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.
What a good mama you are!
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.