For thirty-one days I am posting a slice and reading others at Two Writing Teachers.
If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.
~by MOSLIH EDDIN (MUSLIH-UN-DIN) SAADI (SADI), a major Persian poet of the medieval times. From his book Gulistan (“The Rose Garden”).
These grape hyacinths are in my front yard. Whole others might think of them as invasive and weedy, they feed my soul. They remind me during the last days winter that spring is on its way.
hyacinths
before the rain
I fill my basket
Jone Rush MacCulloch 
You have to look hard to find those little grape hyacinths – but their beauty and their forecast of spring are worth the effort. Ours aren’t blooming – yet – so thanks for the taste of what’s to come.
I see green sprouts, but no bloom yet. Beautiful Jone-words and picture. Isn’t it wonderful to think of connecting to that poet of so long ago-both of you loving this small flower.
You give me hope! I’ll be on the look out for these in my yard now…
Lovely post. My grape hyacinths haven’t made an appearance just yet, but I’m watching for them.
There is nothing quite as deliciously fragrant as a hyacinth. I should have planted some last fall!