It's not Christmas but my Christmas cactus is blooming. This cactus of an offshoot of the original cactus that I still have downstairs in a Red Wing Crock - the one my Grandparents helped me plant. And my Grandmother had hers for 50 years. This cactus has bloomed anywhere from Thanksgiving to Easter. And when it blooms I can feel the loving presence of my Grandmother in the house.
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