I am not entirely sure when I realized I was in love with all things cactii. Probably wasn’t when I was living in Minnesota. Or England. But now that the fam and I are back in SoCal I have rediscovered these highly personable – that’s right, personable – flora in a whole new way. I just can’t get enough of them. The vendor at my local farmer’s market surely brightens at my approach on Saturday mornings, even on bad days when it seems no one is buying anything. He sees me and I am sure he breathes a sigh of relief. He didn’t pack his truck for nothing.
I may not know when I began this strange love affair, but I do know why. I love the art of story and the characters that inhabit them. Take a look at any cactus and tell me you can’t see there is a personality inside their fabulous forms and features. And wherever there is something with a personality there is a story.
Cactii are beautiful and dangerous. Resilient and yet quiet. Stoic and yet yielding. You can’t pierce a coconut with a spear, but you can a cactus and it will bleed its succulence all over the blade. That just amazes me. They look like they should have personal names. First and last. And voices.
My family knows this.
So guess what I got for Mother’s Day?
Here are the new arrivals – along with a couple cast members from recent events like my birthday and Christmas. Like I said, my family knows what I love. . .