They’ve taken such a long time in coming that I wasn’t sure if we’d see any blooms, but they’ve started. A soft, white form is beginning to show on one and a tip of the same on another. I think you are supposed to grow them outside. I have them on the windowsill in the shared hallway downstairs. It was a blatant act of selfishnessness, I wanted to see them. The hyacinths have gone. What a pleasure they were while they lasted. The smell was luscious. I’m not sure if I will keep the bulbs for another year, though I do hate to discard anything with the potential for life. We shall see. For the mean time I will leave them where they are.
That poor child. May she rest in peace now.
