Here is my 20 yr old something cactus...She is flowering , I think she is beautiful...My son bought her for me when he was in his teens , he is now 38...
Yes Deade , the first time...It has only been the past 5 yrs I have looked after it ...I potted her in some succulent soil , and she has not only grown , but now flowering...xox...
Thank you GG...My son is doing life in prison , so the flowers just reminds me of hope , he is born again , so it makes it more special that it is still alive lol...xox...
G
Godsgirl83
After seeing your beautiful pictures and reading your profile this old hymn comes to mind:
I come to the garden alone
while the dew is still on the roses
and the voice I hear falling on my ear
the son of God discloses
and He walks with me and He talks with me
and He tells me I am his own
and the joy we share
as we tarry there
none other has ever known
He speaks and the sound of His voice
is so sweet the birds hush their singing
and the melody that He gave to me
within my heart is ringing
and He walks with me and He talks with me
and He tells me I am his own
and the joy we share
as we tarry there
none other has ever known
I'd stay in the garden with Him
though the night around me is falling
but He bids me go through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
and He walks with me and He talks with me
and He tells me I am His own
and the joy we share
as we tarry there
none other has ever known
After seeing your beautiful pictures and reading your profile this old hymn comes to mind:
I come to the garden alone
while the dew is still on the roses
and the voice I hear falling on my ear
the son of God discloses
and He walks with me and He talks with me
and He tells me I am his own
and the joy we share
as we tarry there
none other has ever known
He speaks and the sound of His voice
is so sweet the birds hush their singing
and the melody that He gave to me
within my heart is ringing
and He walks with me and He talks with me
and He tells me I am his own
and the joy we share
as we tarry there
none other has ever known
I'd stay in the garden with Him
though the night around me is falling
but He bids me go through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
and He walks with me and He talks with me
and He tells me I am His own
and the joy we share
as we tarry there
none other has ever known