Cyclamen & cycling – did you know?

Here is South Gloucestershire there is always an abundance of cyclamen.

What a lovely surprising plant cyclamen is. Just when you were “putting the garden to bed” as a dear customer of mine was telling me the other day (what a lovely phrase), there you find, underneath any plants that have grown a little more than you planned, the cyclamen.

Here is a scattering I photographed a week ago, just by the side of the road, underneath some trees; when out doing part of my 200k for Cancer Research.

Flowers and Freud

As an English undergrad I was forever coming across obscure and interesting facts. One of which I remembered because of my love of flowers. Freud or a friend, I can’t remember which, as Freud did correspond with many friends, one of whom was a priest, told a story of how Freud’s wife’s favourite flower was cyclamen. I’ve probably told this story before, but I remember being surprised because I was living in Dorset at the time, and had grown up in South West London, and neither place was favoured by this small plant. Here, now that I’ve settled in and cycled many of the local roads, there are always an abundance, and it flowers twice a year too. This used to be called biannual, whereas biennial meant once every two years, but still since people mix them up ( and since bi also means one, hence, bicycle), the dictionary has to allow for language amelioration and therefore it is safer to avoid confusion and to say twice a year.

Spotted by the roadside on the way to Berkeley today.

I’ve planted some white cyclamen this year.

Amongst some autumn marigolds.
Getting the beds ready for the spring, and adding some tulips.
Tulips and cyclamen.
Plant those tulips now. I bought mine in a quiet corner of Shaftesbury, where I was fortunate to rent a cottage for five years. I often return.
Gold Hill in Dorset. I snapped this on Saturday.

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