Mister and I got home late one night and we happened to look over at the cactus by the back door. It had popped!

 

Apparently, the old gal is a night bloomer. She showed off when the moon was high, and we were there to witness her grandeur.

 

I’d like to put her in the ground, somewhere near the front of the house, but I’m afraid I’d miss these moments. Where she blooms now, I’m able to enjoy her performances. I’ll have to think about this one…

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.