Yesterday I wrote about Baba’s idea of a month of flowers for Rhianna Lily.
Today I saw these flowers in our front garden.
At first I didn’t know what they were and was baffled where they had come from.
Then after some chatting with a friend I remembered.
At least once a year Mr L’s mum buys Rhianna hyacinths for her grave and one year they were in a gorgeous pot and we brought them home and planted them in our front garden.
And on her birthday month, the year we decide to have a month of flowers I notice them, flowering away.
They are lovely.
Just like Rhianna Lily will always be.