Hyacinths apparently can begin blooming beneath a thick blanket of snow.
The combined weight of our final two blizzards of calendar winter was a little more than some of the budding hyacinths could bear, however. As the snow melted, I found several blossoms broken from the main stalk.
The scent of hyacinths is so heavenly addictive, I couldn't stand to lose a single flower. I salvaged the broken flowers and placed them in the dish of an indoor terracotta pot, not knowing if they would open with a little window sunlight of just wither and die.
Two days later, those tiny blossoms had scented my entire kitchen! I fully enjoyed about six days of severed hyacinths! I wish our computers could do scratch and sniff! What a treat!!!