The smell of hyacinths transports me to a space in time when my life was very different to now. It's one of the many smells of my father. Pleasant memories of him.
I've a big pot of hyacinths on the kitchen table right now. They are so full and heavy that the stems are breaking. Tomorrow I'm going to reclaim a tiny tin bucket from the mud of the garden and place them in there so that I can enjoy the scent till the very end.
Do you have a flower that takes you somewhere?
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Daffodils always remind me of my Dad.
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