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"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills," William Wordsworth

Cyclamen growing on ancient steps – if only the flowers could speak

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Cyclamen miniatureThe miniature cyclamen growing in my garden reminds me of our wonderful trip on Christmas Eve (2010) to Umm Qais near Jordan’s borders with Israel and Syria. This amazing city was one of a decapolis – ten Roman cities. From there we had fantastic views of the Gallilee, the Golan Heights and the Yarmouk Gorge.

I saw miniature cyclamen growing on ancient steps and stonework. We took in the incredible silence, the deep sense of world events played out here over time in ways that have shaped our modern lives.

IMG_0176Did the people who lived in this ancient city grow and enjoy cyclamens for pleasure as I do? If only the flowers and stones could speak.

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Author: Jenny

A few years ago when I began blogging, I was in awe of the creative, the witty, the informative, the insightful posts by writers on WordPress. I was challenged by my son to write, to set up a blog, to expand my garden diary scribblings. Never did I think from scratching and grubbing in my garden dirt would sprout words of reflection, thoughts about life lived as I know it. My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I do put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. Always, there's something to write or chat about life lived as I know it. I have a certain sense of amazement that my blogging community is expanding. In a previous life, I once was a teacher. A four-walled classroom is an artificial construct. When thirty or so teenagers with diverse learning needs filled the space, the more I listened, the more I observed my students, the more I learned. They had stories to tell, to write of things that interested them. Luckily for me we embarked on amazing journeys of discovery and learned together. Some say a lifestyle block is a no-lifestyle block. We like being able to grow seasonal food, to enjoy fresh air and open space. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older stage of our life together, but family commitments continue. And so it another phase of discovery happens as I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and a menagerie of living creatures who rule the roost.

One thought on “Cyclamen growing on ancient steps – if only the flowers could speak

  1. Hi Jenny,
    Please could I make contact with you re your late father, was he a POW? If so he was with my late uncle Ted. I have letters Ken sent to my late mother in the 1980’s. My ph number is 06 8441584
    Kind regards
    Pauline

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