Quite simply, it’s hyacinth and grape hyacinth bulbs, jumbled together and forced to life in a tray of watery pebbles. Quite remarkably, it’s an experience that’s changed my life. 

It feels good to ground myself again. To dig in and settle. To plant something.

The evergreen garland, the stately tree, the sparkling baubles, the quietly indulgent drapery of midwinter holiday cheer is soon to commence over here. (So much later than is usual for us, but I’ve decided this is okay.)