This week's effort is a memorial to a cactus I had with me from the sixth grade. As the haiga indicates it came in a snall cat shaped vase and it was the tail pointing straight up as in the comics. It lasted all that time growing bigger and bigger. I cut off and planted the top and then over the years they became two big cacti. They were around my height by this time. A year or so ago I decided I had to just leave them outside in the garden (where they spent the summer) which I figured would be fatal - and it was. I didn't have the strength to lug them in and out. Plus I felt crowded out. I made four cuttings, two from each. They are now in the garden and seem to be doing well. They are under a foot tall so we can live in harmony during the winter.
This torso - or so it seems to me - is what remains of one of the cactus ancesters. And the background is from a piece of tissue that I peeled off the torso.
That's probably more than you cared to know about my cactus dilemna. So I'll end this tale of the cacti from Ohio. Kay Dolezal