Perfect weather.

Perfect weather

Lazy idyllic precious days

Bees buzzing about in the summer haze.

There is barely enough breeze to stir the grassy threads

Of tall foxgloves amongst the flower beds.

A cloudless sky of such clear blue

Bright butterflies dance their brief rendezvous.

The clarity of bird song on still warm air.

A day so beautiful, a jewel so rare.

An English summer sweet as strawberry

To be savoured in the mind, preserved deliciously.

By Izzy Silver

Hyacinths

Hyacinths 

The hyacinth looks so close to ready.

Two days later

Another two days

Hyacinths are quite an old fashioned flower, which have been out of fashion since forever. I love them. They may look rather odd, like maybe your Grandmother crocheted them. I grow them in my gardens, all the different colours. They look a little odd and out of place but the scent is just so beautifully delicious. As delightful as bluebells, just a stronger version.

Finally ready and smelling great

Originally from the Mediterranean and named after Hyakinthos, a young boy accidentally killed by the god Apollo in a discuss throwing competition. Apollo would not allow Hades to claim Hyakinthos's body, and instead Apollo used his remains to create the flower from.

Smelling so delicious

In the 18th century in the Netherlands new colours of denser flower spikes with more deeply fragrant scent were developed. Before then they were all a turquoise blue colour.

Even my cat loves them