There are certain signs of the season around me that I just can't ignore. My faithful old Christmas Cactus is one. This plant is thirty four years old and has traveled half way across the country with me. It blooms faithfully every year and usually continues to bloom till late spring.
It's so large now that it blooms in sections. The back will bloom, then a couple weeks later one side will bloom and it goes around and around the plant.
The plant was in it's glory about six years ago when the entire thing was covered in red flowers. That seemed to exhaust the old girl and we had to do some surgery on a couple of limbs.
Since then she has fewer flowers, but that's OK. She's certainly done a great job and deserves her place of honor in the dining room window.
This younger cactus is only about eleven years old, but she puts out a lot of flowers each year. She doesn't bloom quite as long as the old girl does, but her flowers are lovely.
The flowers on this one are soft peach and white. They're a beautiful delicate color.
Although she had some flowers last week, there are only a couple right now. She is covered with these fat little buds that should be open for Christmas. She also has a place in the dining room to catch the morning sun.