there was a determined knock on our door. our beloved next door neighbors Jean-Luc and Nicole had decided that i needed to see something. their cactus, which is probably as old as my children (as conscientious farmers, they are constitutionally unable to let any plant die) was about to bloom, and they felt it was a proper subject for still blog. of course, i agree.

night -blooming cereus cacti

autignac, france