I love hyacinths. They’re one of the flowers my mum introduced me to, when she decided to go big with her garden last year and try planting some new flowers. And I love them.
They come in vibrant colours, with these intricate petals, colourful and beautiful. I thought they only came in the deep blue, that shimmers like sapphires. But my mum has planted some other colours this year, in pots in our garden. And I discovered that hyacinths come in these soft whites, which go well with the blue, and these pink ones, that shimmer like pearls.
They have a wonderful scent, one of the best smells in the world, needing no sight to be found. They smell heavenly, a sweet fragrance like no other, that has to be smelt to be described. That scent fills me up, with joy and pleasure, with an ecstasy and delight. And I love it. Sometimes, at lunch, I go outside just to smell the hyacinths, reinvigorating me and restoring me for the rest of the busy day ahead.
They’ve quickly become one of my favourite flowers, and think every garden should have some.
