THE CASE OF THE VERY TALL HYACINTH - a true spring story
THE CASE OF THE VERY TALL HYACINTH I was teaching in Britt, Ontario and living in a cottage on a campground. I had had one date with my future husband Rien in January, to celebrate both of our birthdays. He, a recent widower, had taken a trip to Holland to visit relatives, and had now come up to visit his old friend Harold, my landlord, to help him around the campground and to pursue me - even bringing me a sweet little blue necklace from Holland. I was avoiding him, not sure about this relationship, and had gone down to Parry Sound, a three-quarters-of- an-hour drive which I had to take to get groceries. I was on a mission to get a hyacinth, my favourite spring flower, hoping its beauty and fragrance would hurry spring along – at least at my cottage. I was not dressed for a date, since I was expecting to be alone. Well, guess who was in the grocery store, not slicked up either? Yes, Rien! On hearing my quest, he, a professional ma...