When November comes around here in Cleveland my day starts off with an inspection of my Christmas Cactus, I’m looking for that first little bud that will ultimately turn into a firecracker of a bloom. Once there is one, its off to the races.

The mother plant of this cactus goes back to my maternal Grandma, who passed before I was born. My mom inherited the cactus and I remember watching her care for it. It wasn’t until I got a little life under my belt that I started to wonder what the plant meant to her. I never asked so I’ll never know, but I do know that I think of my mom every time I look at this plant.