Accept the truth. Your Christmas Cactus looks up to Meryl Streep. Both are highly talented and both have very specific requirements before they deliver a show. Your cactus’s potential for glory is 80% placement, and the other 20% is you not touching it. Besides, it’s not the only one that cares about its (indoor) zip code, so…
The Christmas Cactus is a lovely little houseguest. It shows up for the holidays, throws out some festive colors, and has only a few straightforward demands. Unlike your in-laws. Regarding pests, this cactus usually requires the same amount of attention as that dust bunny under the sofa. Almost none. Yet, microscopic party crashers can arrive…
I am not saying that Christmas Cactus is our distant cousin, but hear me out. We do share a part of the evolutionary trajectory. We both started life high up in the branches, at some point. No bills, no commitment, true tree-hugging bohemians. Now? You both find yourself under the same cosy roof. The only…
Did your Schlumbergera decide to cosplay as a ghost of Christmas Cactus Past? Or is it auditioning for a Bleach Company ad? That unsettling paleness is not a poorly rendered grayscale filter, but SOS, Save Or Sigh. Prepare to interrogate your care routine and answer your cactus’s cries for gingerbread cookies. Aid, I meant aid….
The only thing moving in December should be Santa, right? Wrong! Some trees and shrubs are ready to pack their bags. I call this replanting with a purpose. My folks call it procrastinating until the ground is almost frozen. They might be right. But we all agree that gardening is a lifestyle! Nod to each…
Put the eggnog down. I mean it. Do not waste a single second. If you believe the best time for dabbling in horticulture is a sunny Saturday in April, and you happen to live in Zones 7-10, you’ve got the whole calendar upside down, mister. If you’re not in these zones, fine… grab your eggnog….