Each day the stalks of the blue hyacinth bulbs reached tiny leaves toward the filtered window light, but were rewarded with stingy warmth at best. I watched the pot as I worked on the computer, and impatiently waited for serious sprouting. It seemed like the timid plants knew of my hunger, and would tease me with overnight growth. Each morning they were considerably bigger and the buds grew fat with anticipation of the flowers to follow. A few days ago the first gangly blossom opened. Like me in my teenage years things were not all that pretty, but the hint of the promise to come was alive and well. One by one the full complement of flowers opened and the fragrance I craved wafted throughout my office. Excitedly I brought the pot to my husband and asked him to inhale. His smile said it all. Today I notice the lovely blooms are getting top heavy and starting to topple a bit. I must be delighting in their beauty too much for they are getting big heads! Hyacinths in February, they are the best part of my day.