I'm feeling a bit down tonight. I can't completely dissect the myriad of reasons why but I know that I miss Lebanon and my friends.
What better symbolizes the country I love more than cyclamens? This first photograph was taken on my walk in Beit Mery. I wish they were blooming but that happens in the spring. Did I tell you that I used to pick them wild in the mountains behind my house?
When Mansour's son Jimmy discovered that I liked cyclamens, he insisted that I take a picture of the potted variety on their balcony. I miss Jimmy and Valery already.
I probably will have to go out and buy a cyclamen plant from the store. A poor alternative but that's all that is available here.