I wasn't going to post but then I remembered hearing from my Grandma how people during the second world war used to really try to keep up spirits and morale, and women would work on hairstyles and lipstick, and put on a brave face and smile.
Here is are some of my bruised cyclamen from the coums in the garden., with a few contrasting slim dark leaves from Ophiopogon planiscapas Nigrescens. It was exactly a year ago that I had a day with John Massey, and came home with a few more cyclamen for my collection. Somewhere round the back there is even a pure white form.
They are rather awkward to arrange and also photograph. I just could not get any idea of how to give them scale against my usual Terracotta Army warrior. Then I remembered some very small figurines, and thought this crouching warrior could at least get fairly close to look at the pretty blooms.