Husband asked me many days ago was there anything special I wanted from him for Mother’s Day.
I just want cactus, I said. Lots of them, actually. Really? his response. Totally.
See, there is a cactus vendor at our local farmer’s market and his stall every Saturday is brimming with the most intriguing, spiny flora you’ve ever seen. They look other-wordly. Alien. Artistic. I want to fill one side of our driveway with an audience of them.
Everybody knows cactii don’t have an addiction to water. And they are so. . . can I say it? . . . Cute.
So that’s what husband did.
Yesterday, I woke up to a little garden of strange, hot-dog-like creatures, all of them looking as if they should be named. Care to suggest some?