What am I doing here? Why am I chasing this flashing cursor into a place called a blog? I suppose that every one who blogs asks themselves that question. My answer, boiled down to it's simplest form is that it needs doing. I need not to do what I have always done with what I write, stuff it in a drawer or cardboard box, and ultimately discard it. I see things a bit differently now. I want to honor the hyacinths  I have found along the way and sharing their fragrance, is the only way that I know.
The blog's title is a nod to a well loved poem by Saadi., but the hyacinths I will share here aren't those you can buy even with the last of your own life's bread. These hyacinths are always gifts, and I have ever been the astonished recipient. I hope I can do them some justice.

Often, the fragrance that breathed life into me, hasn't been a friend of the homo sapien variety. Theresa was however. Since by all appearances she seemed an unlikely hyacinth. I will start with her next time.

More later,
Deb