There’s just something special about the flowering of my Christmas Cactus (aka schlumbergera).
In many ways, it reminds me of my grandma, who was not particularly fond of me (or anyone but Big Sis). One day, however, her random act of kindness brought a smile to my face which returned each winter for many years to come. Grandma G. gave me a few clippings from her most beautiful Christmas Cactus and shared the secrets to keeping it alive — which were not all that complicated.
Although that cactus is long gone, as is Grandma G, I cannot look at a another flowering Christmas Cactus without thinking about this beautiful memory and gift which she gave to me. In some small way this, random act, was her way of saying, “I love you too.” Sort of an I love you in disguise.
