Monday, March 14, 2011

sniffing a dying hyacinth


I was on twitter a few moments ago lamenting on how I'd like to blog but was also wondering how I could cultivate a following. I was the whore, and I was pimping myself. Two women came back at me and said...write it and we will read. So here I am. Here I am seems so lofty doesn't it. I come to do your will..etc. Like lordy comes to mind too. Earlier today though I was thinking that the spring season is approaching and even though I did what I had to do with the clocks around here I still haven't seen my first plump robin of the year. I've heard their songs during my morning walks with the dogs but I haven't seen them attempting to pluck out big out big fat worms from mother earth. But then again, this is Buffalo and even the hardiest worms have enough sense to stay underground until the mud melts. Only us humans seems to rush the seasons. About a week ago I picked up this hyacinth from the local supermarket because the scent that it emanates reminds me of my mother and easter too. (probably because my mother once said she likes hyacinths and for forty years after she said that she got a hyacinth for easter) And the scent worked, because people in our house picked up on it. They began to feel resurrected ...like something new was going on in their life. And of course, we all know that something new is continually going on in our life, but at times, we think we need a prop or a prod. So, I am actually glad that I did mention that I felt like doing something like this tonight and I'm glad that I got a little poke. Wait a minute...twitter doesn't have a poke button. Anyway, since easter is so late this year and the damn hyacinth is already shriveling up and inching its way towards another season I may have to bring another plant into the house and write about that. When was the last time you picked dandelions.

4 comments:

  1. who would have thought your first post would be about flowers!? and loving your mother?! that's so sweet. I hope when I get home from Edmonton that there are flowers the smell nice waiting for me. And good luck catchin that robin!!

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  2. Spring flowers do symbolize all that is new and fresh after the cold, stark winter. Perhaps they also remind us of second chances, of possibilities. Thank you for sharing your memory of your mother and her hyacinths.

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  3. thank you Candice and Kathleen...you are both women of your word

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  4. Gawd, hyacinths STINK!! The purple color is most excellenty-ish though!

    Turning like dervish until those dandelions are only yellow blur...

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