![]() There were dozens of us saplings reaching for the sky as we hoped to one day grow as strong and thick as our elders. When I had just sprouted from the gritty soil, I was told I had a hundred brothers and sisters. I have long since given up my childhood dream of abiding in a dense quiver tree forest. Perhaps it is time for me to accept my passing into adulthood. ![]() Now it takes me a decade to make much progress at all. In those times I grew quickly, my trunk expanding with each passing year. I could still taste the salt residue in the water, having been brought over so recently from the Atlantic. When I was but a young aloe, a sapling of a thing, (3) I remember absorbing the plentiful dew into my roots. Now the wind brings me little more than movement and company I wish I would’ve appreciated his providence when the days were cooler and the sun showed mercy. Years ago the wind would bring me moisture daily, an amount undetectable to most, but abundant enough for me and the grasses to share. The breeze blows between the grazzes and boulders scattered near my base, and I sense little precipitation in his path. Silhouettes Among StarsĪs the single ray of sunlight turns to many, the shadows retreat one by one, escaping with the stars into the cover of bright blue sky. Each peel separates away from my core a thousandth of an inch more. My dying bark cells warm one hundredth of a degree. As the smallest crescent of the golden sphere breaks the earth’s flat darkness in the distance, a single beam of light crosses a thousand miles of desert bushland to impact the face of my trunk, illuminating the bark in a bright tan-yellow, save highlighting the cracked edges in shadow-blue. Everything for me happens in minute differences, and slowly for that matter. It is morning, and the sun rises a degree on the horizon from where it rose yesterday. ![]() For I am only 127 years of age many of my kin have grown to over 300. ![]() Sometimes I mourn the loss of a (bark) flake peeled off by wind and time, but then I remember this is only a sign of me growing, and I fathom at how large I have become, and how I grow larger still. Just a hue off from the color of sand, sometimes in low light I wouldn’t be able to tell where my body meets the sand save the differentiating texture of my bark and the occasional shifting of the sandy soil. Soft swirls of sand flutter up against my trunk. Substitution may only be prevented by contacting The Cactus King.Īvailability and prices are subject to change.Three Rubrics: P unctuation, W ord Choice, C oncisenessĪ soft arid wind brushes the cracklings of my peeling bark. The moment payment via check, cash or money order is received/cleared, however, a client’s plants are reserved. ![]() If the particular desired plant(s) sell out, substitution occurs. Timely payment is critical to avoid substitution. The Cactus King reserves the right to substitute your plant(s) as availability dictates. Loss of soil will not harm your plant(s). As such, if your plant is potted, dirt may fall out during the journey. The Cactus King’s soil mix is very light to stop moisture from lingering too long and causing illnesses such as root rot. Our plants are packaged with care, utilizing varying protective wrapping (depending on the cactus or succulent), such as newspaper and/or Styrofoam beads within a cardboard box. They may be a cutting, division or non-rooting plant. The majority of our cacti and succulents are shipped bare root. ![]()
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