One of my treasured memories is of my mother, just before Christmas, coming downstairs with cries of joy. She was carrying a huge Christmas cactus that had been languishing unattended in a closed room. It was completely covered with riotous fuchsia flowers.
My grandmother had a knack for getting these to bloom all year around. Mine blooms once a year, but it always reminds me of her.
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Her grand daughter claims a similar relationship to the neglected Christmas cactus in her home.
Good for her!