Because what's better than cacti on Thursday? Cacti on Thursday and Friday. *
I scrolled through every cactus image on this set to find out where the nursury was (pleaseletitbeinsoutherncaliforniapleaseletitbeinsoutherncalifornia). Melbourne. Sad face.
picture by Elly Yap Via
*Unless of course you don't like cacti. Like my best friend used to not. (She was forced to dig up cacti while in boarding school in tucson as a teenager. YIKES. She like the desert now though.)
I don't like cacti, they creep me out. They're phallic AND spiky. A combination that is kind of wrong.
ReplyDeletecactus hater.
ReplyDeletethe first time i ever went to the desert was to visit a friend who was living in AZ. i became totally fascinated by cacti AND had the best hair days of my life. hooray for deserts + no humidity!
ReplyDeleteMmmmmmmm. I love cacti. Peonies, I'll take any cacti you don't want.
ReplyDeleteLove it.
ReplyDeleteI used to have cacti aversion. I think it was more like cacti fatigue, because my parents literally NEVER took us anywhere on vacation except the desert. Now that I can mix my vacations up a bit, I love them again.
PS You have to go see the cacti at the Huntington if you haven't already!
ReplyDeletelove 'em; they're gorgeous, and neither my cats nor i seem able to kill them. (they try, though. oh, how they try.) have you ever heard of cactus rustlers - that is, the people out in AZ who try to uproot the big old saguaros and sell them? i know that's a serious business, since they're super-old, worth a fortune, and protected by law, but the phrase makes me giggle. "cactus rustler." like hamburglar.
ReplyDeleteCacti jackpot. I'll take one of each.
ReplyDeletethese photos are amazing! i live right next to a catcti farm, i really need to invest in some.
ReplyDeleteCactus Mart in Morongo Valley is a veritable treasure trove of all things spikey, I was recently shocked to discover...
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