A beautiful post. It’s always heartbreaking to lose something in that fashion. Sigh. But it certainly served its purpose over an extraordinary 20-year period. I’m so glad. I love that your parents have so many of these beautiful plants in their garden. My naturalised ones are mainly white. They’re so vibrant in among the couch grass that’s trying to take over the garden bed. And as always, I adore your art. Thanks so much for sharing these older posts again. They’re well worth reading. Sending heaps of hugs and best wishes. 🤗🤗😘🌸
I feel exactly the same about some of my (elderly!) African violets and even though they're supposed to be the kind of plant that fusty old ladies have, I do not care. It's a nurturing thing isn't it to be so attached and appreciative for all those dark days when their colourful display seems to have been arranged just for you and me :) P.S. Stunning "acreage" of cyclamens at your parents' garden!!! Thanks for this little gust of sweetness today!
" A plucky plant ... spreading pink-petaled power." "...amongst the higgledy-piggledy pots of rampant mint and tarragon" "...shootless, rootless and almost indistinguishable from the dark compost on which it sat." Beautiful, melodic writing. And the photo of your parents' cyclamen carpet is breathtaking. This story is so touching, Rebecca. Thank you for sharing it again.
Thank you for the mention and those glorious photos! It makes me feel like spring WILL come again. I’ve never had such a dependable plant in my life, but a new coworker gave me a plant for my office when I arrived and I’m determined to keep it alive! So maybe it will be one.
My miniature pink and white cyclamens are just beginning to take off through the dessication of summer - amazing little things. And goodness, how they have spread! Tenacious is the word, because this is a tough start to autumn.
Thank you for such a lovely read on such a sweet little plant, Rebecca.
A wonderful honor to the life of the cyclamen that has carried you through the years. Thank you again for sharing this! My orchid plant still hasn't bloomed since 2019. I moved it back near the patio, hoping against hope that more indirect sunlight could coax it to flower. It is still alive and new roots are popping up. I haven't given up! Also, thank you, Rebecca for sharing my walk last week at the pier. I so appreciate it! Enjoy the rest of your weekend!
The cyclamen in your parent's garden is amazing. I've never been able to grow it, so hats off to you and them . They're so elegant (the flowers, but perhaps your parents, too), Audrey Hepburn-ish or Helen Mirren-ish, something I admire in people and plants. Love your art as always. Your story telling is always comforting to read, any time of day or night. By the way, my Jim shows me the weather over England almost every day, and points out what seems like relentless rain crossing the UK. I showed my Jim your March raindrop picture and asked, "Guess where this is? I'm reading Rebecca's post . . . . "
It's astonishing, sometimes, the frequency with which your posts track with my own ideas for future essays. I'm currently nurturing several plants that have as much sentimental appeal as they do floral or leaf interest. I'm holding out hope that I'll have something more than that to write about in days to come.
Sweet cyclamen. Your time here was worthwhile, and your memory lives on. Thanks, Rebecca. 💝
Your March weather looks like Seattle March weather! What a beautiful story about a beautiful flower. And your drawings are lovely.
I’m curious about your preference for drawing on the right page. As a left hander, I would have imagined you’d prefer the left page! Is that so your hand can rest on an even surface across the book?
Aww, such a beautiful tribute to a Very Important Plant. It was wonderful to read it again, and to enjoy your drawings as well. And oh my goodness, like you I am almost completely DONE with this grey. Yesterday was such an astonishing glimpse of blue sky that I had almost forgotten what that colour of light could be like! We spent an afternoon wandering around outside in amazement. 😎
A beautiful 20 year journey... lovely post!
I mourn for your cyclamen.
A beautiful post. It’s always heartbreaking to lose something in that fashion. Sigh. But it certainly served its purpose over an extraordinary 20-year period. I’m so glad. I love that your parents have so many of these beautiful plants in their garden. My naturalised ones are mainly white. They’re so vibrant in among the couch grass that’s trying to take over the garden bed. And as always, I adore your art. Thanks so much for sharing these older posts again. They’re well worth reading. Sending heaps of hugs and best wishes. 🤗🤗😘🌸
I feel exactly the same about some of my (elderly!) African violets and even though they're supposed to be the kind of plant that fusty old ladies have, I do not care. It's a nurturing thing isn't it to be so attached and appreciative for all those dark days when their colourful display seems to have been arranged just for you and me :) P.S. Stunning "acreage" of cyclamens at your parents' garden!!! Thanks for this little gust of sweetness today!
" A plucky plant ... spreading pink-petaled power." "...amongst the higgledy-piggledy pots of rampant mint and tarragon" "...shootless, rootless and almost indistinguishable from the dark compost on which it sat." Beautiful, melodic writing. And the photo of your parents' cyclamen carpet is breathtaking. This story is so touching, Rebecca. Thank you for sharing it again.
What a beautiful post to honor Julia's gift to you. I always love seeing your artwork as well Rebecca...Just gorgeous. Thank you.
Thank you for the mention and those glorious photos! It makes me feel like spring WILL come again. I’ve never had such a dependable plant in my life, but a new coworker gave me a plant for my office when I arrived and I’m determined to keep it alive! So maybe it will be one.
The cyclamen! Who knew that a spreading flower could be squeezed out of the soil and perish. They live on in your watercolors. 🙏🥰 Beautiful account.
My miniature pink and white cyclamens are just beginning to take off through the dessication of summer - amazing little things. And goodness, how they have spread! Tenacious is the word, because this is a tough start to autumn.
Thank you for such a lovely read on such a sweet little plant, Rebecca.
A wonderful honor to the life of the cyclamen that has carried you through the years. Thank you again for sharing this! My orchid plant still hasn't bloomed since 2019. I moved it back near the patio, hoping against hope that more indirect sunlight could coax it to flower. It is still alive and new roots are popping up. I haven't given up! Also, thank you, Rebecca for sharing my walk last week at the pier. I so appreciate it! Enjoy the rest of your weekend!
The cyclamen in your parent's garden is amazing. I've never been able to grow it, so hats off to you and them . They're so elegant (the flowers, but perhaps your parents, too), Audrey Hepburn-ish or Helen Mirren-ish, something I admire in people and plants. Love your art as always. Your story telling is always comforting to read, any time of day or night. By the way, my Jim shows me the weather over England almost every day, and points out what seems like relentless rain crossing the UK. I showed my Jim your March raindrop picture and asked, "Guess where this is? I'm reading Rebecca's post . . . . "
It's astonishing, sometimes, the frequency with which your posts track with my own ideas for future essays. I'm currently nurturing several plants that have as much sentimental appeal as they do floral or leaf interest. I'm holding out hope that I'll have something more than that to write about in days to come.
Sweet cyclamen. Your time here was worthwhile, and your memory lives on. Thanks, Rebecca. 💝
Your March weather looks like Seattle March weather! What a beautiful story about a beautiful flower. And your drawings are lovely.
I’m curious about your preference for drawing on the right page. As a left hander, I would have imagined you’d prefer the left page! Is that so your hand can rest on an even surface across the book?
Flowers do the heavy lifting!
Such a beautiful post Rebecca! And I love that you have a horticultural hotline 🤣 x
Aww, such a beautiful tribute to a Very Important Plant. It was wonderful to read it again, and to enjoy your drawings as well. And oh my goodness, like you I am almost completely DONE with this grey. Yesterday was such an astonishing glimpse of blue sky that I had almost forgotten what that colour of light could be like! We spent an afternoon wandering around outside in amazement. 😎