The Ill-Fated Cactus Garden
Boy’s mom is a designer of onsite sewage treatment systems. She is also a fantastic landscape designer. What she is not is a potted plant person. Her CAD program does not extend beyond design … certainly not to potted plant care. Boy went along with her to the nursery one day to choose some plants for her landscape project. There, he fell in love with cacti … the potting kind. Being the indulgent mom that she is, she helped him to choose a pot and some cactus plants and succulents to pot. Also, being the sensible one, she donned her work gloves before she potted the things. The pot with its lovely cacti arrived at my house, of course. Here are some photos of it.
I am not a big fan of cactus gardens, but I am a big fan of Boy. So, I explained cactus care to him. All was well in Cactus farming at this point. However, I did notice one potential problem in cactus paradise. No drain hole in the container. I told Boy that this might be a problem if he watered too much.
Boy was particularly fond of Cactus Man.
He was fascinated by the pencil succulent. I kind of liked it too. I never saw one before.
I used to have succulents much like this one. We called them “hen and chicks” because new ones grew around the mama plant all the time. When I told Boy about the hen thing, he kept looking for little chicks to appear. None did. I think this is a different kind. The chickless hen kind.
Boy watered only infrequently and very carefully. One day, we decided the cactus garden needed sunlight. We moved it into the pergola. There, dead leaves and blossoms often fell onto it. It seemed to like the extra light.
Then one day it rained. It poured. I forgot the cactus garden. It turned into a cactus lake. Uh-oh. By the time I noticed it, the garden was looking poorly. Mr. Cactus Man had turned into the incredible shrinking cactus man. I did the only sensible thing. I sent the garden home with Irma (The-cleaning-fetish-Irma). As I write this, she is carefully nursing the cactus garden back to health. Meanwhile, Boy has moved on to other projects. On the bright side, I am grateful that he didn’t bring something else that has to be fed and let outside… Or, worse yet, pees on the carpet! 🙂