Nowadays you can Google anything and everything, but I grew up pre- Google, so everything I ever learned about cactus came from watching old Westerns (which means I don't know a whole hell of a lot about cactus, other than that they're native to the Americas). What I know for sure is that if you were prostrate with thirst and near death, you had best crawl to a cactus, quick. If you were lucky, and crawled fast, you might reach one and find a drop of water inside. If not, that was the end of that, pardner!
Here in Búzios we have a variety of cactus growing all over the place —
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| . . . on the shore |
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| . . . in a garden |
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| . . . and at the beach |
— as well as inside and outside of our house —
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| Affectionately called our "broccoli monster" |
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| Stand back! This is our sharp "needle monster"! |
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| A nice, gentle guy on the veranda |
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| Planted at 5", now stands tall and proud |
Part of our recent trip to the States included a drive around the Southwest, which brought us face to face with the famous movie cactus —
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| Classic saguaro in Paradise Valley, Arizona |
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| From somewhere to somewhere, New Mexico |
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| Also in New Mexico |
But here's my all-time favorite cactus, which we scared off in São Paulo during the 2014 Bienale Art Show!
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| Get me outta here! |
