Today is Election Day, so I urge everyone to get out and vote. And honestly, when you consider the official Republican platform, the only sensible thing to do is #VoteBlue. I’m usually more independent in my choices, but this country is on the precipice of being lost – and it’s the crazy Trump-supporting anti-vaxxer asshole Republican morons who are going to wreck it for all of us. Right this ship before it’s too late.
Ok, now that that’s done, let me move onto the real post at hand, which is a celebration of the cyclamen, because they are coming into their own in the local greenhouses, and as November sheds its stubborn leaves, the barren gray days ahead need a jolt of color and life.
Cyclamen flowers float like butterflies above their handsome mottled foliage, speckled with sage green and wintergreen and all kinds of green. Florals and leaves combine for a showy yet graceful combustion of color and form.
When the days go dark, and the grays go wild, and the land begins its slide toward a winter slumber, we need this sort of fanciful hothouse escape.
