Since I've had a home, I have been more interested in plants. I ask my mom about them a lot as she has one of the greenest thumbs I've ever seen. Grandma also makes beautiful things grow in her salty, foggy, but sunny Sunset backyard. I am surprised that this cactus cutting that came from the windy, dry, hot climate of Benicia could bloom so beautifully in San Francisco. This must also be due to the wisdom of the gardeners. Sometimes nature cannot act alone. Sure, it's a cactus. But it's possible, in the wrong hands, to destroy a cactus. Come take a look at my little garden. I have killed aloe. How is that possible?
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