Hyacinthus orientalis – last week it was shut tight and stretching its back. This week it is open, arms in the air with its back toward the ground.

This flower you could break off and carry in your hair, and people would ask who you are wearing, what fragrance. I believe I’ve heard it called a bluebell, but I cannot find its real name. It is like a hyacinth, but I’m not sure it makes the cut. Any ideas?

I’ve carried this painting with me everywhere I’ve ever lived. I remember Mama painting, with a scarf tied in her hair.

Grandma Haines painted this when she was 15. Her hair was black. Her Mama taught her how.

She did not imagine that her granddaughter in-law would one day keep it in her window seal and dream of hanging it in her own little girl’s room.