SPRING!!!

         









       The wind blows fresh

       To the Homeland

       My Irish Girl

       Where are you lingering?

'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.'
- Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed' und leer das Meer.
(Desolate and empty the Sea.)


They had hyacinths in the armory today when I was walking around.  The picture above is how I ALWAYS view hyacinths;  I love the smell so much that I shove my entire face into them and just breathe for awhile.   Enjoy seeing one part of the world from my perspective, oh captive audience!  One of the best parts of spring for me is walking around without paying attention, staring at my feet moving or thinking grumpy things, and then suddenly smelling a hyacinth and remembering to notice how beautiful everything in the entire world is.  It's an almost overwhelming scent, and when imitated it gives me a horrible headache, but when there is a real-live, robust hyacinth about - heaven, heaven, heaven.

One Valentine's Day, my dad knew that the significant other wasn't doing anything for me, and he brought a potted hyacinth to my work for me.  He didn't even know I liked them; HE just liked them and brought it to me (because he knows how much I hate someone paying a small fortune for something that's already dead, and that I will subsequently be forced to either: watch wither and rot, or hang up to dry so that, 3 years later when I don't even remember who got them for me or what the occasion was, they can fall and shatter all over my floor which will then necessitate me vacuuming, which is my least favorite chore.  End rant.), and I cried because it was so unexpected and sweet.  That didn't hurt my love of the flower any, I suppose.  I think I do think of my dad every time I smell them, now that I think about it.  (think, think, thinkity think).  No wonder they make me so happy.  Hi-ya Hyacinth love!  :)  The armory rules!