I had a beautiful pot of hyacinths given to me at Christmas. They arrived with just a bit of large, swelling bud peaking from each of the leaf clusters. Sitting in a light spot on the dining room window sill, and after only a few days, they have burst forth in a glorious profusion of blue and purple tinged flower heads. Rebirth from papery, wizened bulbs.
The flowers are filling the room with their perfume – they had to be painted! Pity I can’t some how convey the wonderful scent of them . . .
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
Lovely! And I loved the poem. Happy New Year!🌹
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And a good 2019 for you Marina
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Thats a cracking painting, lovely words too, happy new year..
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Many thanks 🌼
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