Sunday, October 14, 2007
Aunt Anne gave me some pieces of a Christmas cactus just about a year ago. It was a piece of my grandmother's plant. I remember it blooming in the bay window where she held court with the big black phone. I brought the cuttings all the way back from Virginia to Alaska, and they have done well.
But now this plant reminds me of my grandmother, my father, and my Aunt Anne.
I'll repot it this week and next year it will start to bloom about now. This makes me feel so lucky and so loved.