Western Washington was hit by a medium-sized earthquake in 2000. The quake knocked our Christmas cactus off its shelf and broke off a few stems. This cactus has been alive since the time of my great-grandparents (I think), and it’s a pretty hardy creature. The stems were replanted in separate pots, and one of them was sent to live with us.
It flowered for the first time ever last week.
Sure, it’s a little late, but I’m just relieved that I haven’t killed it. Something organic (that doesn’t meow when it’s hungry) has actually prospered under my care. It’s a good feeling.