This is my cactus plant. My
house plant. And it is
still alive. And amazingly,
throwing out flowers like
crazy.
What is so amazing is ... I
have a black thumb.
I hold my own with outside
plants. But bring
in them in my house, and it
is certain death.
I am so bad.. that years
ago.. my husband
who passed away in 1986,
brought home a
dead plant he found. Said he
knew I couldn't
kill it because it was
already dead.
I have had this plant for
about a year or so. It
had given me hope twice.
that it might do
well.. it had 3 flowers on
it ... twice. Then buds
that kept falling off. I tried it in the kitchen.
Nothing. I had it in the
living room, still
nothing. I even had it
outside during the summer.
And it almost died. I
thought cactus loved heat.
So when it came time to
bring it in the house.
I was at wits end on where
to put it. So figured
I had nothing to lose, and
put it in my bedroom.
Next to the window, but with
a netted curtain.
AND LO AND BEHOLD... you see
what I have.
Can't believe it. Did see
two buds on the desk
beside the pot, but the rest
are going gang
busters. Maybe I better not say anything more.
Might jinx it. Might find
all the flowers on the
floor tomorrow.
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