I just bought five bunches of Hyacinths from my local corner shop that within minutes of entering the house muffled the smell of gym socks and meatloaf with their ethereal scent. On this very day last year, I wrote about the simple pleasure that I get from buying Hyacinths in late Winter, how their thick, green stalks and frilly petals are an antipode to the season’s withered stems and spiky seed heads. The Hyacinths, like the birds, buds and later sunsets, are all signs that Spring is taking her first breaths. Let’s try and breath with her.