In years past I've forced many a hyacinth bulb. The flowers were always full and fragrant and an inspiration for many of the poems found under the label, "hyacinths and other flowers." The photo below is the best of the four bulbs I attempted to force this year. The rest barely poked up their heads before shriveling.
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Text:
forcing hyacinths
during this pandemic
the wait unbearable
and in the end
delight for neither
eyes nor nose
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