It never ceases to amaze me how much this strangely foreign little island actually feels like home. It's cozy and comfortable with the right dose of charm. While the city is still growing on me, beyond its borders, the landscapes are breathtaking and make this midwestern girl feel very much like she is back in the rugged backroads of the American west. The mountains here are rough and rugged with conifers like I have only ever seen around Sisters, Oregon. Then there is the sage and vast openness akin to my beloved southern Utah.
This time of year, the whole island is covered in a thick blanket of green. Grasses and blooms that lay dormant through the torturous heat of summer burst into life in milder weather and under the inducement of so much rain. The grass is thick and luscious.
My favorite has to be this wild weed that I have yet to capture a photo of, which is really remarkable because it grows rampantly all over the place. It is a tall grass with wonderful chartreuse colored blossoms. Those blooms have been such a comforting punch of color through the cold drizzly rain this winter.
It's a tiny place, this Cyprus, but it's our home and I wouldn't have it any other way right now.