My mother and her husband were our first visitors after we moved here two years ago. They came over our first Christmas. While they were visiting we went down to the local Saturday market where my mother bought us a red cyclamen to make our apartment a little more festive. She commented on the same plant in a picture of our February snowstorm of that year when it was still in full bloom. After that the plant took a beating – several in fact. It didn’t get much care while we were gone for our long trip to Sicily and then several times over the summer when we took off for long periods of travel. We brought it with us to our new apartment as there were still some small signs of life. By this fall, it was pretty much a woody plug in the pot, but I put it out on a windowsill in our interior courtyard where I proceeded to forget about it until our round of recent guests arrived. They commented on the pretty flowers outside their window. It isn’t nearly the same plant as the greenhouse grown and forced one that my mother gave us. But, it is back, probably looking much more like it would in its natural setting. They do grow wild in this part of Italy. So, this picture is for you Mom.
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