"Yes, " I can DO this. . . ," I return quietly back down the concrete path to our patio doors.
Wednesday, March 4, 2020
Hyacinth
No matter what kind of day I have had, no matter what is going on in my life, somehow the sight of my hyacinth struggling to burst through the soil, open and bloom never ceases to make my heart warm. Kneeling down carefully, teetering on my heels, cupping the blooms with both hands, I slowly take in their fragrance.
"Yes, " I can DO this. . . ," I return quietly back down the concrete path to our patio doors.
"Yes, " I can DO this. . . ," I return quietly back down the concrete path to our patio doors.
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I loved your writing, Morna! I could clearly visualize it and that image made my heart warm. Thank you for sharing your writing, hyacinth, and the warmth. :)
ReplyDeleteThat fragrance must surely be elixir for strength! Beautiful photo and important reminder to stop and smell the ... hyacinths ...
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely nudge in the right direction. A sensory delight!
ReplyDeleteFlowers bring beauty and poetry and hope, and even symbolic resonance, into our lives ... we're waiting for Spring and flowers here ... lovely picture
ReplyDeleteKevin
Hyacinths scream spring. I loved your post!
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