A few minutes ago I found myself apologizing to my prickly cactus. I was saying how sorry I was that I had not watered it, and thanked it for the ‘sharp’ reminder when I accidentally touched it.
Having a green thumb is not something I can lay claim to, inside or out. I always blamed the cats. Can’t have potted plants when the cats dig in the dirt. The fact that my gardening consists of periods of drought followed by a flood is immaterial.
But my little cactus has lasted years. It sits on the table beside my chair and gets water when I think of it and the water is handy.
Maybe the plants are adapting to my ways, because the beautiful potted plant I got last Mother’s Day lasted through the summer heat right into fall. I was amazed, as a May gift of flowers never lasted beyond the August heat.
Times they are a changing.
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