So some of the mysterious things in the backyard that may or may not be weeds have started blooming…
…and we have hyacinths!
At least I think they’re hyacinths. They are, anyway, what I think of when I think of the word “hyacinth”. Last spring I was walking somewhere with my mother-in-law and I said, “Oh look, some of those reverse daffodils. The ones with the white outside and the little yellow bit inside. I love those.” She gave me an odd look and said, “Those are actually called Narcissus,” and I was all like, “Oh.” Yes, I know nothing of gardening. Remember how I said my mother was kind of controlling in the kitchen and only taught me the most basic aspects of cooking, that I mostly learned by trial and error after moving out on my own? She was just the same in the garden. I was more or less banned from gardening after I pulled up a bunch of volunteer chives thinking they were weeds. Well, I’ve had over a decade of cooking practice by now, but this is my first garden, so I’m bound to suck at it.
Fortunately Ben is good with plants.