Hyacinths on my table

I've been enjoying the hyacinths all week: the pink ones were J's birthday present from M, tight buds which have emerged into large, beautiful books, and the blue ones are the bulbs we neglected for months then planted about three weeks ago, which have somehow miraculously caught up with their expected schedule. It's a quick morning photo from a bright day when I should have liked to be outside but didn't get further than the washing line; but my first load of washing dried outside this spring is something to rejoice in.