"boy who would not die"? Well, meet Harry Potter, the Christmas cactus who would not die.
I have owned this cactus for about the last ten years. It moved here with me from Brandon, so I have nurtured it along marveling at its beautiful blooms from Thanksgiving through Christmas. Last fall, I took a two month vacation and forgot to tell the house sitter that the cactus needed to be watered. So, upon my return, the cactus was dead. I turned it upside down, out of its pot, and threw it in the green garbage that goes to the yard waste pick up. That was last November.
I don't take yard waste to the "yard waste place" until I have several cans filled with brush. And so, in February, I decided that, yes, it was time to take brush to the pick up site. I opened the can containing the cactus corpse and, lo and behold, the sucker was alive. Not only was it alive, it had new growth on it. Must have loved the hot, moist environment in the garbage can. So I re-potted my cactus, watered it well, and gave it a Coca Cola, classic not diet. (That's the secret ingredient my hairdresser uses for questionable plants).
I christened my cactus, Harry Potter, the cactus that would not die. Voldemort is nowhere around and neither are Hermoine or Ron. But the cactus is thriving and lives on. And I think I've seen a silver stag around here too.
2 comments:
I love your story. It reminds me of our little Apple tree. See
The Little Apple Tree--A True Story with a Happy Ending 4/27/2011
This year our little tree has little apples growing, but it is still on the deck away from the deer.
I just love how life cannot be kept down! Grass grows in cracks on the sidewalk, trees push up the asphalt on the road and a cactus can grow in a compost bin!
Have a coke and a smile!
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