I hope this cyclamen makes it to the next winter. I have a notorious history for killing any houseplant that is not a spider plant or philodendron or any other plant I need to water only when the spirit moves me. African violets, Kalanchoe and Caladium are just a few of the varieties thoughtfully given to me and thoughtlessly neglected. I have already traumatized my dear cyclamen once by dropping it when I tried to move it. If my houseplants were children, I would be declared an unfit parent. I wonder if my thumb turns green only when exposed to the outside air.
I have killed a cyclamen before, but this year I vow to be more attentive. I'll keep it in the middle of my dining room table, where there is light during the day, but not direct sunlight. I don't think our house temperature goes below 60 degrees at night, but if I put in in the basement I'll surely forget about it. Blogging about it might help hold me accountable for taking better care of it. Any suggestions would certainly be welcome.
My daughter received a bouquet of red carnations. That sparkly stuff is glitter added by the florist to make the flowers look more festive. No strange experiments in hybridization were performed to create that effect.