Before you keep reading, you need to understand a few things. First, I love Chirstmas cacti. It's a deep, abiding love that only me and the cacti understand. Second, the first cactus I ever owned was named Mortimer. I had to leave him behind in Provo when I moved to Columbus. It still hurts to talk about it. Thirdly, the next cactus I owned was purchased for me by Kitty and The Tall Guy. It was the saddest, loneliest little thing that ever tried to live in a cold, dreary Ohio. I loved it so. It's name was also Mortimer and it now dwells in Florida, where I had to leave it when we moved here. Fourthly, I was convinced when we moved to a desert island that cacti would grow well and that a new Christmas cactus would be fairly easy to come by.
With that preface taken care of, I am pleased to introduce you to....
Mortimer the Third.
I went to a new (to me) DIY store today during my I-have-the-car-today-I have-to-go-everywhere bout of errands. I was nearly through the gardening department when these scraggly little stems caught my eye. Mortimer! I thought, You found me! And it was love. And he was mine. And I've brought him home, though I think he fits rather nicely in the cup holder in Peggy Sue. But he's home now, needing a pot, but definitely not needing a name. He's Mortimer. And after seven months on this island, I finally found him.