A terracotta pot filled with pink and purple hyacinths in full bloom

Hyacinths for the Soul

“Never mind about the expense, dear. An evening out would be good for all the family. After all, you NEVER have a meal at a restaurant.” “You don’t think that it would be an extravagance Auntie Mae?” “Memories are worth more than money, my dear. Even in these hard times money is less important than people’s feelings. And remember about the pot of hyacinths?” The pot of hyacinths! It was one of Auntie Mae’s favourite stories. Her gentle face would glow as she recounted it. She read, once, of a …

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