"What is that wonderful smell?" Howard asked, stopping in his tracks, as we were taking a walk this morning. We were at Cann Gardens and had just passed a bed of jonquils and hyacinths.
"It must be the hyacinths," I said, "I don't think jonquils have much of a fragrance." We both bent down for a sniff, and although I couldn't smell much, he practically swooned when he stooped over the regal, deep blue flowers.
I had always admired the little plants, but I wasn't too familiar with them. They seemed to have popped up from nowhere since the last time we visited the gardens. I found out they are grown from bulbs and are favored for their heady aroma. If they are that intoxicating, I intend to plant some next year!
Spring is here more than a week early! Actually, it's more like summer with temperatures in the 80's this afternoon. We took our lunch to the park today, eating at a round picnic table in the glorious setting of new growth and skies the color of robins' eggs, luxuriating in the gentle caress of a gossamer breeze.
After feasting on rotisserie chicken and rolls picked up at the deli, we strolled further, crossing the little bridge and admiring the gold koi swimming at the edge of their pool in the space allowed them by the net of leaves yet to be removed from the dark surface.
"Look at this!" I exclaimed as we came upon a tableau straight out of a picture book. A mass of white jonquils with startlingly orange centers stood in a cluster in a protected alcove. Another must for my garden!
Loath to leave, we still had time to sit in our yard swing before Howard went to his afternoon job, reluctantly putting away the guitar he'd been strumming to rejoin the workaday world, which was probably suffering from Spring Fever as well.
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