Cacti

I bought these cacti from a rummage sale at the Russian People's Home in my neighbourhood in the summmer of 2005, primarily for their small but extravagant growing aesthetics. They were decoration for an art exhibition for about six weeks and then took up permanent residence in my home. They had a tiny cutout of a lady keeping them company for a while, too.

The cactus, often mistakenly believed to survive without water, is a strong succulent plant that requires a modicum of careful care. (Q: Can you even kill a cactus? A: Yes, I've done it before.) These two little guys started looking pretty dire and brown and deflated about six months ago; I got scared at the prospect of killing more unkillable plants and imposed a regimen involving watering them every six weeks (in reality, basically whenever I remember). Just today I had a look at them and was surprised at how strong and full of vitality they appeared! In fact, they may have even grown! So in conclusion, a year after this photo was taken for this blog, I was actually inspired to post it.

Oh God, I just remembered I dreamt that I had cancer last night.