All winter long I’ve pushed back thoughts of global warming and weather-gone-wild and tried to simply enjoy it. I’ve spent enough winters trudging through snowdrifts and digging out my car to appreciate a winter with little or snow.
I look at this weirdly warm winter and unseasonably hot March as a gift.
See?
Even my Christmas cactus agrees.
I saw my mother’s cactus last night – wow! Her plant is huge, to begin with, and it’s in full bloom. Just beautiful!
such a lovely color!