My mother remembers sitting and planting my cactus bed when the children were toddlers.
She remembers the cactus as being tiny and in 4 inch plastic pots.
My, how things have changed...
Dubbed "The Kracken" by regular reader Keri at One Mama's Daily Drama, this slowly invading spiny menace needed taming, and I just happened to have a husband with a machete!
I'll of course encourage safety gear here, and Sam avoided retribution by removing the pieces with his weapon of choice and not his hands.
Close to vanquished?
Relax, there's plenty more where THAT came from!
With a burst of energy I suspect was powered by chili, the hubs dug into that bed with tenacity, even going after the "groundcover" sand sunflower my mom put in.
I haven't quite forgiven her for that one.
You get no explanation.
The roadside pile of yard debris grew...
...the man got giddy in his triumph
...I mean REALLY giddy.
I felt like we were sail fishing or something.
Are we done?
We did stick a fork in it, but no...