Last night I was knitting the sleeves of Laura’s sweater, watching television and Steve came upstairs carrying the Schlumbergera-the species name of Christmas Cactus. He bought it a couple of weeks ago at Whole Foods. Christmas Cactus. It had bloomed. It had buds when he bought it. Flowering plants in winter appealed to him.
My mother kept a giant Sclumbergera, cascading out of a huge planter. She had a green thumb but that gene skipped me
(What a name for this pretty plant-Is a single one a Schlumberger?)
When he brought it to show me the pink blossoms, I was flooded with memories of my mother and how thrilled she was when hers bloomed. I “get it” now. I’m sure I barely paid attention to her enthusiasm then. Pang.
