I found these hyacinths growing in Grandma's yard. They smelled so sweet. Marian told me about a poem about hyacinths, which I found. I really like it:

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
-Muslihuddin Sadi, 13th Century Persian Poet
1 comment:
I love, love, love this poem! The picture is beautiful--you know how much I adore fresh flowers. What a lovely post.
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