I have a confession to make. I have never really cared for hyacinths. I think they look artificial. When I first started gardening here , I planted everything and I did plant a few hyacinths. This is one of them, I think the only one left, still blooming after 22 years! I came across it today and I was touched to see this dutiful little plant, in a less than ideal spot - almost overrun by a holly tree and surrounded by ivy - standing proudly and emanating a powerful fragrance.
I never studied mythology and was surprised to learn that the myth of Hyacinth deals with same-sex love. Hyacinth was loved by both the gods Apollo and Zephyr. One day Apollo and Hyacinth are playing discus. As Zephyr watches from afar, he goes into a jealous rage and blows the discus causing it to strike Hyacinth in the head, killing him. Apollo causes a flower to spring forth from Hyacinth's blood that falls to the ground. Some studies claim that the flower in question is actually the iris.