A long time ago, my sister Barbie inherited Grandma Latza’s Christmas cactus. It’s hard to say how old it was even then; I remember watching it bloom as a young boy, so it was probably started sometime in the 1960s.
When my sister moved to Rome in 1995, we took over the cactus and since then it has blessed us with many impressive blooms during the winter months, often right through the Holiday season. It survived a nasty stem split a couple of years ago, and now there are two.
I like to think of grandma when the blooms brighten the winter days; thoughts of her brighten my days too.