|Oh, look, Julie! The table and chair that you ran over!|
But, actually, the view of neither the campsite nor the view is important right now.
What *is* important is that little cactus on the table.
Whoopsie. Sorry, Cacti.
When we remembered about our poor ol' friend a month later, we fished it out, dusted it off, and put it into one of the drink-holder-depressions in our big green cooler -- nicknamed Big Green (naturally) -- where we hoped it caught the sun's rays as we drove the Westy across the Blue Highways of America.
Of course, Blue Highways are often bumpy roads, and poor ol' Cacti fell off Big Green and onto the Westy floor more times than I'd like to admit, its sand and gravel pooled around it like the train of a wedding gown. Except not as glamorous.
Poor Cacti. But hey, life on the road isn't always easy; nobody ever said it was going to be. Just look at Westy's rust. And our wrinkles.
When we landed in New London, Mistah transplanted Cacti into a proper terra cotta bucket, and Cacti thrived. Summers on the deck, winters in the kitchen, and life was comfortable, and easy, and good.
But then suddenly, after four years in Connecticut, look what Cacti did last weekend:
. . . gorgeously weird growths.
Well, yes. Yes it could be, and it is possible.
Here was Cacti on the morning of July 5th, Sailfest Friday:
Just look at you, Cacti! Look at how beautiful you are!
In the meantime, Cacti's buddy out there on the deck is our friend Harry:
Oh my Word in Heaven Above
would you look at what a wee tiny tot Harry was back then?!
"Corey" I replied, not missing a beat.
Jennie therefore also started calling Cacti, Cacti Corey. Naturally.
Mark asked if Cacti was a boy or a girl.
"A girl!" MB exclaimed. "She's a Corey!"
Cacti Corey bloomed for three days. Friday, Saturday and Sunday of Sailfest weekend. A Sailfest Miracle.
But what, you ask, about that second gorgeously weird growth Cacti sported?
|A second flower, just as fantastic as the first.|
She blows them out on Friday, when the sun is high and hot . . .
Oh, Cacti Corey. How we love you.