“And the hyacinth purple, and white, and blue,
Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew
Of music so delicate, soft, and intense,
It was felt like an odour within the sense.”
– Percy Bysshe Shelley
My fragrant white hyacinth has unfurled all it’s lovely “bells” and I thought I’d include one last photo of its journey from bud to bloom. And oh, the scent! It is intoxicating.
At the feeder today, it’s a feeding frenzy! The little gold finches are here in record numbers and all competing for the most lucrative perch! They are certainly a splash of light on a bitterly cold day. I’ve always wondered how their little feet don’t freeze!