Cyclamen in Cyprus….

My greatest pleasure is to come home… home is in Cyprus, a million miles in mindset away from the big Dubai city in terms of pace, progress and landscape and of course heat. Cyprus has its own special pace, the nation has been struggling through a turbulent period of ups and downs since it’s foray into the world of the EU and is still a divided island since the 1974 invasion.

Home is a village house in a small village outside Paphos, sleepy in winter and summer alike. Blue, blue skies most of the time, miss this clarity of scenery in the Middle East, with sand in every bit of the atmosphere. It is a different beauty on this island of extremes, snow-covered mountains in the winter, skiing in the Troodos mountains in the morning and swimming in the afternoon… or so the tourist promotions advertise… I’m not hardy enough for those forays.

During the winter months little cyclamen poke up in every corner of my garden.


A fragile beauty, small stem and pale pink petals fluttering in the breeze, but year in, year out they are back, resilient to the summer heat and impervious to the winter cold. After flowering, the seed pods split and tiny seeds scatter. Every winter I find new plants, making their way towards the sun, between cracks and corners.

In 2006 the endemic Cyprus cyclamen (Cyclamen cyprium Kotschy), was designated as the national plant of Cyprus by the decision of the Council of Ministers of the Republic.


Mikis Theodorakis, Greece’s best known living composer (Remember “Zorba the Greek” music..he wrote it) devoted a song to this fragile little plant.  Kyklamino- Mikis Theodorakis

Growing all around the island, images and the name represented in restaurants, on mosaics, decorating pottery, featuring in art-work, the Cyclamen is there…the small floral treasure of Cyprus.


Bits and bobs :

In antiquity, the cyclamen was recognised for its therapeutic virtues, due to the presence of cyclamine, a bitter substance with purgative powers. It is a basic remedy in homoeopathy for depression, hidden sorrows, or when one is turned in on oneself.

In the language of love, giving a cyclamen expresses sincere feelings. It is a plant of lasting feelings and sincere affection. Thanks to its tuber, which allows it to withstand difficult conditions, the cyclamen is the flower of deep love. In the language of flowers, giving someone a cyclamen expresses love and sincere tenderness.

Cyclamen, from the Greek kuklos. Its name, which for once is identical in Latin and English, is transcribed from the Greek word kuklaminos, derived from kuklos, meaning “circle”: it refers to the round and flattened shape of its tuber.

7 comments on “Cyclamen in Cyprus….

  1. Hi! So good to find your blog. I love your blog design, and especially love your photos. I wish my blog looked like yours. I like shells too! And I used to live in Cyprus and went to school there. Father in the RAF. what amazing job do you have to get relocated to Dubai?


    • Thank you so much for your comments and for visiting my blog,I think we may all wish our blogs look like someone else’s !! I was reading through loads early hours this morning, and was thinking exactly the same, I think the secret is to be confident in what you have, and learn the how-to’s from this course so when you want to expand, change etc you know how to! My home is still in Cyprus, I will end up back there when my time here is finished… Ref job, I took up the offer when our Cyprus branch closed, My children were studying in Uk so I couldn’t afford not to really. I’m trying to make the most of my time here and see everything before I have to go…You can’t stay here forever plus its too hot for comfort a lot of the time ! Finding the shells is my way of having a purpose for my free time and it gets me into the most unusual and remote places, loving that side of it !

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  2. Lovely photos, Vicky! I’ve never been much good at identifying plants, and I’ve always been envious of people who can visit a new place and ready the landscape in this way. I remember tramping through Turkey, up a big hill to see a ruined town at the top on a blisteringly hot day. Our guides, small girls, picked marjoram and gave it to everyone to sniff – it was so refreshing! I had no idea – it was just a small green plant to me!

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    • Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog and comment. It’s much appreciated and hugely encouraging . Hoping to add in more small quick posts now to add some “off the track” colour and life from this region.


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