Just some Joseph looking for a manger



The cyclamen has a wonderful way of showing gratitude, stealth and love. And further more, they are such an easy plant to maintain. It gives full sunshine during the day and a full moon at midnight. One can get up during the night and get becalmed by just giving it a quick glance. It immediately soothes mind’s brow with furrowed lines of grey concern and bleak thoughts. Things get easier. That’s what the cyclamen says.

Thank you wonderful cyclamen.


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11 Responses to “Just some Joseph looking for a manger”

  1. doesitevenmatter3 Says:

    Yes, that IS what the cyclamen says! You are so right about feeling a peace and calm from gazing at it, day or night. So often trees and flowers, the sky, etc., bring us such positive feelings. 🙂

    Mr. Cohen’s songs have such depth, so much emotion, so much humanity, and so many layers to them. I always find myself pondering them and then trying to find THE meaning. So I try to research them. Years ago, I found out that The Stranger Song (a very sad song to me) was heavily inspired by the Nelson Algren novel, “The Man with the Golden Arm.” A very sad book.

    Thank you wonderful cyclamen! Thank you wonderful Gerard! Bright spots you are in my day! 🙂

    HUGS and ❤ to Helvi and you! 🙂 🙂
    PATS to Milo! 🐶

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      The cyclamen are one of our favourites. They like cold climes and dislike humidity. Helvi is doing alright and the infection in her left arm has gone. The surgeon also removed the wires in that same arm.
      Her right arm which had the worst fracture is in a fibre glass cast and this might come off in 4 weeks time.
      We put on Leonard Cohen every now and then. The words are poetic and often very funny.
      The first time we noticed L.C music was when featured in a 1971 movie. McCabe & Mrs. Miller written by Robert Altman.
      Thank you, Carolyn for your kindness.

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      • doesitevenmatter3 Says:

        I’m so happy to hear the update on Helvi! She continues to be in my thoughts!

        I remember that movie! I should see if I could find it to watch now.

        You’re welcome!!! 🙂


  2. Dora Jahnes Says:

    Lovely cyclamen saw lots in SA. In footpath gardens. Never let you down noŕ does Leonard.

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  3. Therese Trouserzoff Says:

    Until recently I’ve had little or no luck with cyclamen. In the florist or garden centre I’ve actually heard them whimper “Don’t choose me”.

    I had come to regard cyclamen as kamikaze plants he’ll bent on a yellowing decline. Too wet? Too dry ? Too cold ? Too hot ? Too much light ? Not enough light ? Short of nutrients ? Overfertilised ?

    They were just too stress-inducing.

    That was until FM bought a brilliant whit one home, plonked it on the coffee table on our coveted deck – and left it to its own devices. I pretended to ignore it. One yellow leaf appeared. Then the flowers started to wilt. Ha ! See – kamikaze plant. But FM would have none of that defeatist talk. She held the line of calm indifference… and Lo and behold…. new flower buds started to appear.

    I learnt my Cyclamic lesson… notwithstanding their delicate beauty, they demand goldilocks level of regard somewhere between benevolent indifference and courageous disregard.

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Cyclamen and Sydney are bitter enemies. We never had much luck and whenever we give a cyclamen to a Sydneysider, the usual response was that of clear-sighted despair and a heavy sighing.
      The best is to wait till they droop and then put them outside for a spell. The best is to water them from underneath. They are a native of frosty snow mountain regions of Persia, or is that Iran?


  4. shoreacres Says:

    Your cyclamen is beautiful. Even a spot of beauty can make a gloomy day more bearable, don’t you think? (Or a gloomy night, for that matter.) I found this lovely poem by “Michael Field,” which actually was the pseudonym used by Katherine Harris Bradley (1846-1914):

    They are terribly white.
    There is snow on the ground,
    And a moon on the snow at night;
    The sky is cut by the winter light;
    Yet I, who have all these things in ken,
    Am struck to the heart by the chiselled white
    Of this handful of cyclamen.

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      The cyclamen do very well here in the Southern Highlands and right now we have six of those in full flower. They are easy to maintain and thrive on a bit of neglect. In Sydney it was very hard and many would just keel over within a few weeks. They don’t like humidity.

      Katherine Braithwaite.

      Waxy flowers poking through
      Snow so white
      Flowers bright.
      Made me think of you.

      I see once more your dark red hair,
      Soft as snow,
      On pillow.
      Now my bed is bleak and bare

      Face alight,flower to sun,
      I loved you.
      Love so true.
      Fear by love,overcome.

      Cyclamen in the snow,
      Pink and red,
      Now frozen,dead.
      Love was,oh,so long ago.

      But never gone from in my mind.
      Thoughts so deep,
      Upwards seep.
      Love was gentle,love was kind,

      Always in my mind

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  5. rangewriter Says:

    Well done, Gerard.


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