I blame Hyacinth Bucket myself, (she of the British TV sitcom). If hyacinths were deemed slightly vulgar and showy of form and scent before, they have since the sitcom, hit a new low sharing a moniker with the human personification of naff social climbery! Oh dear. Because really they are extraordinary things. These cut hyacinths in my kitchen have been going for well over a week now, looking and smelling lushly exotic and yet somehow resolutely English too.
Their beautifully shaped petals are strong enough to look like they have been made of Delft clay - perfectly carved and coloured.
I dunno, I just love them. And all in February too. What about you, love them or loathe them?
Whichever, have a lovely weekend. xx