I still remember the day I almost threw away my Christmas cactus. It was sitting on the windowsill, looking sad, and nothing had been happening for months. No new leaves, no color, no life. I’d gotten it years ago from my aunt, who swore it bloomed every December like a little miracle. « You just have to understand it, » she’d said with a smile. And I thought to myself: How hard can that be?
But Christmas came, and the cactus remained green. Easter came—still green. Even in summer, when everything else in the garden exploded with life, it stubbornly remained. I was close to giving up on it. But then something happened that I later called « my little botanical miracle. »Continue reading…
