Someday I want to have a gigantic, beautifully landscaped garden. I will tend to it with my long white hair done up in a messy bun, wearing a wide-brimmed sunhat, a lavender button-up shirt, worn out faded blue jeans, and boat shoes like my grandma used to wear. I will have one of those gardening aprons with the different pockets for spade, gardening sheers, and the like. And Terry will watch from the comfort of our wrap-around porch on his rocking chair. He'll wrap on the wooden porch with his cane when he thinks I've made a mistake, or to tell the neighbor kid to get the heck off his lawn and can't they tell that his wife works hard to make it look a certain way??? And then he'll say, "Kid's these days...." and then his sentence will trail off into a long, contented, albeit grumpy snore.
Cyclamen (US: /ˈsaɪkləmɛn/ sy-klə-men, UK: /ˈsɪkləmɛn/ sik-lə-men) is a genus of 23 species of perennials growing from tubers, valued for their flowers with upswept petals and variably patterned leaves. Cyclamen species are native from Europe and the Mediterranean region east to Iran, with one species in Somalia.
It was traditionally classified in the family Primulaceae but recently has been reclassified in the family Myrsinaceae. (Wikipedia, August 29th, 2011).
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