You know the song:
Hot, Hot, HOT; we're living it out in NC these days, each day the forecast is the same: HOT, HOT, HOT. There has been precious little rain too, the lawns are dried up brown reminders of the the green that used to be. It's much too early in the summer for such a ruthless, extended heatwave. It shouldn't have come as any surprise, and yet, it did, when my husband casually asked me if I had seen the cactus growing in our front yard. "What? A
CACTUS?" I asked. "Yes; it's right in front of the azaleas" he responded, "growing up out of the pine straw." I jumped right up and went to look, I couldn't believe it... this isn't Tucson after all, but you couldn't prove that by the weather here. I was amazed to find this very healthy cactus, (it stands about five inches tall right now) exactly where Mr. Goodneedle described it to be; I have no clue how it came to be there or where it came from... but it seems to be very happy under the current conditions.
I've always embraced the "bloom where you're planted" philosophy; I need to learn a lesson from this volunteer upshoot and adapt; for as long as is necessary, I shall be a happy cactus.
Life is Good!
