I don't quite remember how it started, but I've long held a fascination for cacti. It might have stemmed from a book from my childhood, set in Arizona. Though I had never seen one (and didn't have the ability to Google), I dreamt of the Saguaro, and always wished to have my own little version.
My first cactus was a gift, and though it didn't have the waving arms of the saguaros of my dreams, I was happy to finally have my very own cactus. Sadly, I didn't have any ability to care for one, and it died within a couple of years. In some unnamed irony, it suffered from uneven care and rotted from within, its demise unable to be stopped.
Several more cacti and cacti deaths later, I stumbled across a certain saguaro-shaped plant. Not a cacti, but an Euphorbia, a very large genus that encompasses plants that range from very un-cacti in appearance to my new favourite baby.
I love it so.
I've only had it a week-ish, so there might be (*knock on wood*) time for another spectacular and slow death. Whatever the outcome, I'll enjoy the time we have together.
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