I don't like hyacinths, I don't know why. This one was a gift from some neighbours. I planted it in the garden in the hope that it would succumb either to the weather, the summer heat, or to Jasper, our dog. It's still there though, thriving, getting bigger every year, flowering every February, taunting me just by still being there.
So funny--my husband hates them (and he seldom has much of an opinion on flowers, so I have to enjoy my neighbor's (although it will be two more months before we have any)
