In the desert, when there is fear of frost overnight, the suggested protocol is to cover the tips of certain cactus. For years, I religiously did this and the toppers ranged from cheap Santa hats to re-used Styrofoam soup take out containers which I washed and collected for months in preparation for winter.
One time (about 7 or 8 years ago), I had to assertively ask a news crew to get off my property. I was dressing my cactus in what looked like variations of a traditional Arab headdress using some large sheets of packing material and twine when an incredibly cheerful woman and cameraman rushed up the driveway wanting to videotape and interview me for the evening news.
It was way too cold, and she was way too bubbly.
Over the years and as the amount of cactus in the yard increased and I got more busy, my creative enthusiasm faded and my cactus nurturing efforts dwindled. I lost the excitement of setting up ladders to put Santa hats on top of saguaros.
So last night, on New Year’s Eve, when my husband told me that we had a frost warning, I opted to take my chances and left the cactus naked.
This afternoon, when I took the dog out for a walk I saw that my neighbours, unlike me, decided to put forth an effort.
I have to admit that I love it. I think this looks like a modern art installation.
I love Cave Creek, Arizona.
Maybe that news crew was not as moronic as I had judged them to be back then.
What do you think?
I hope we don’t get any rain. Covering the cactus is one thing. Removing wet disintegrating paper from between the spines is a totally different exercise. Please don’t ask me how I know. OK?