But perhaps my favorite are the Thanksgiving and Christmas cactus. Presents from loved ones in a myriad of colors from pale peach to a bright fuchsia. They always remind me of my mother and my childhood. She always had these blooming during the holidays as well as windows of African Violets.
Above is a pale pink one looking almost white.
This big one holds a special place in my heart because it was a gift from my best friend from many years ago.
In the winter when the world is brown I have my old friends providing me with that gardening fix until spring again shows it's lovely face. Each plant sparking memories of the people I love.
Blessings from The Holler
The Canned Quilter