The woman sat behind the card table with just a few small cacti in plastic cups filled with colored sand. I was on my bicycle, old enough to ride to the fleamarket at the Drive-in on a Sunday afternoon but not old enough to drive.
I don’t remember how much it cost, but I’m sure it wasn’t more than $1.50. I also don’t remember riding home with it on my bike, but I obviously did.
The cactus moved with me seven times throughout my life. Now it’s about four feet tall. And today for the first time ever it has a flower!
I’ve read that some cactus have to mature before they flower which can take over 30 years. Mine is over forty.
I don’t know why it bloomed now, but it feels very special to me. Even like a good omen.
I like to believe that it’s a mirror of what is happening to me at this point in my life. Perhaps the old family issues that I’m dealing with will eventually allow me to flower in my own way.