Counting on … day 1.137

11th June 2023

Now and then something will make us stop and marvel.

On the window sill in the spare room we have a growing number of cacti, all the offspring of a large cactus that belonged to my grandmother.
As I walked past the door a waft of strongly perfumed scent alerted me that they were blooming. The larger ones may produce one or two blooms a year. They are short lived flowers but make up for that by their vibrancy of the pink petal, their elongated neck, and their overwhelming perfume.

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Author: Judith Russenberger

Environmentalist and theologian, with husband and three grown up children plus one cat, living in London SW14. I enjoy running and drinking coffee - ideally with a friend or a book.

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