We’ve had a multitude of posts about this cactus. It blooms according to its own wish and whim, so the monikers of Christmas Cactus, Thanksgiving Cactus, Easter Cactus and even Halloween Cactus have all rung true spending on the year. This season it just started – smack dab between Halloween and Thanksgiving, and just as November solidify into the dim gray and brown desiccated form for which it is best known. In other words, this crazy little cactus is giving us life right now when the outside world has suddenly turned dull. There’s magic and a metaphor in there somewhere but I’m too tired to dig it out. Do your own deductions. I’m just enjoying the striking color and beauty afforded us.
Continuing the thread of saturates beauty from this colorful post, the blooms here are a striking shade of hot pink, and the main reason I’ve kept this otherwise unimpressive cactus around for all these years. It was a gift from a co-worker I believe, and it’s been largely ignored in the guest room. That’s really the best way to take care of these plants – they don’t want a lot of water or fuss, and no artificial light beyond the natural length of daylight – that’s the key to their blooming. An unused guest room is the ideal spot for them.
I appreciate a plant that wants to be left alone. It speaks to my own Greta Garbo impulses. And so, crazy little cactus who knows precisely when to bloom for its own happiness, I salute and honor you. Thank you for the impressive show.
