I am quite fond of things that have history. Antiquity draws my curiosity. Things of old are interesting. They have been places and seen things we have not. They have stories to tell. They hold value just because of their age.
So, even the plants that were shared with me by my Mama through my mother are sweet to me. One of my favorites is this Christmas cactus. I’ve had this tender green succulent for AT LEAST ten years. The dear plant that this shoot came from sits in the middle of the table on a screened porch on Lake Seminole. It’s pot is the size of four of mine and its canopy is the size that my arms would make when creating a circle.
My mom calls it a Thanksgiving cactus, as hers and Mama’s always bloomed in November instead of December. Is that programmed into the plant or is that simply a difference in gardening zones – we simply get warmer here quicker than those in the northern states. I don’t know … but it really makes no difference with my plant because …
<sigh> it never blooms.
Year after year, I try to do something different that will make conditions “right.” Through the years, I’ve given extra attention to watering and intentionally neglected to water (this IS a cactus anyway). I have brought it inside at the hint of cold, left it outside until 31 degrees, made sure it had huge amounts of sun (those at my Mom and grandmother’s home were in shady spots) or let it stay in my favorite place all year, on my screened porch. I have repotted. And I believe that one year I even fertilized (that’s something I rarely do for my plants …. I know, it’s terrible. But, at times I’m doing good to keep myself and my family fertilized … I just don’t get around to my green friends).
My friend, Katherine, has posted pictures of her cacti. Just LOOK! She only bought them last year and LOOK at them! What am I doing wrong, Katinerine? How is this happening? I really need some help.
So, I’m open to suggestions. Can anyone help me?