It was while walking to school in Rolla, Missouri that I became aware of hyacinths. I like the purple ones best but they all have their smell.
These were still too young to tell their color when I picked 'em up at Trader Joe's; I'll be on the lookout for purple over the coming week.
The terra-cotta figure has lived atop the desk since my earliest childhood. She and the desk are among the few remaining elements of that period. Her head was glued back on and unlike the matching orange Meissen vase and bowl that my mother loved, she is still here.
