There is something about a Hyacinth that I just love. It could simply be their burst of colour or the sweet smells that’s released especially during the dullest months of the year. It also reminds me of the days as a young adult where I worked at a horticulture nursery and planted hundreds of these bulbs and packed moss around them. It was a Christmas frenzy but gloves had to be worn by all as they irritated the skin.
Legend has it that a young Greek boy named Hyakinthos was being taught how to throw a discus. He had two Greek God admirers Apollo (the sun God) and Zephyr (God of the west wind). Zephyr got jealous of Apollo teaching Hyakinthos and blew the discus back towards Hyakinthos in a rage. It killed him. A flower subsequently grew from Hyakinthos’s blood and Apollo named it Hyacinth.
The plant (I believe) is supposed to represent sport or play in the horticulture world.
However, these hyacinths reside in my kitchen giving it a burst of fragrance and bright colour. Over the course of a couple of days the bulbs burst into full flower really quickly!
With a final display of…