Low Maintenance

Gardening this after. A little water. Dust a rock. Takes care of that.

I've raised some of these since they was 99 cent miggles. Ten years, I figure. Since I've gotten so artsy-fartsy in my dotage, this is, naturally, my cacti installation. One of the projects in the back of my mind is to pick up Cactuses for Idiots. I've got about thirty potted thus; I always threw away that plastic stake with the name and exposure guide on it right after the plant got situated, consequently I don't know what most of them are called. As I don't speak to them, the matter is not a priority, but I'd like to get a good picture book and do a line-up. "Yeah - that's the one. Stuck me good." My pocket Audubon field guide not adequate. Need a tome. It's on the list.

I certainly have never shot a saguaro. That's a notorious Sonoran Desert morality tale... the nit-wit standing twenty feet away from a thirty foot ton of enveloped water, shooting away oblivious to the laws of physics. Vectoring inertial forces; you know - gravity, what a concept! Came down topside his head. Shows to go you.

I've got aloe vera near twenty-five years old. Real good preventing those crusty elbows. Used to manage "nutritional supplement" stores; some people swear by it drunk down toward regularity. The "beer is food" crowd tout Guinness; lots of yeasty B vitamins as well. I am not a beer guy.

Howdy to EPD on the grid. Rings a bell. You'll like this.