Once again I find myself foiled in my attempts to share some interesting lore about flowers. The past several flowers I’ve researched have led to awkward moments which I don’t feel comfortable recounting on my blog. This is largely the fault of ancient Greeks. I was going to share some interesting tidbits about the hyacinth. Our hyacinths are starting to come up and are a most welcome sight. I love hyacinths for their color and scent, and their ability to impart happiness in an otherwise winter-dreary landscape. They are a sign that spring is on the way. Slowly, very slowly spring is creeping back into the vegetation.
Thwarted though I was in recounting the origins of hyacinths, I did happen upon a sweet passage from Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey (one of my favorites!). Catherine Morland informs Mr. Henry Tilney that she “has just learnt to love a hyacinth” although she is “naturally indifferent about flowers.” Mr. Tilney responds “But now you love a hyacinth. So much the better. You have gained a new source of enjoyment, and it is well to have as many holds upon happiness as possible”
Wise words Mr. Tilney. Wise words. That’s why I’ll be keeping a hyacinth in my pocket, metaphorically speaking, of course.