“The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves.”
– Roald Dahl, The BFG
When we purchased our land for The Little Barn just over one year ago, I noticed that among the sand, rose bushes, and caragana trees, were naturally growing cacti. Given that we live in the prairies and experience a harsh climate, I was not aware that our environment could even support a cactus plant if it was not indoors. I quickly dug them up, making three pots in total. Then the machinery went to work and levelled our lot.
I placed the cacti in small, sandy containers and in west-facing windows. However, they did not grow. In fact, the more attention that I paid to them, the more they were shrivelling up and appearing unhealthy. Then Geoffrey and I went away on vacation, and I wasn’t able to water my cactus plants for almost two weeks. I thought that they would surely have died. To my surprise, they no longer looked sickly, but had filled out and began to sprout new growth!
I was elated! I thought, ‘what funny little creatures. Just when I had almost given up hope, they turn around and come back to life in full force’. I think that my succulents teach me more life lessons than almost anything else in my life right now. They have taught me to slow down, be patient, and take a leap of faith when I’m feeling a need to.
Or, perhaps I am merely becoming a crazy ca(c)t(i) lady. Regardless, I feel as if there is a sprinkle of magic in my little plants. I only hope that they, among other things, come alive at night when everyone is asleep. Isn’t that a nice thought?
<3
Emory
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“[My father] harboured a curious theory about how to develop a sense of beauty in the minds of his children. Every time my mother became pregnant, he would wait until the last three months of her pregnancy and then he would announce to her that ‘the glorious walks’ must begin. These glorious walks consisted of him taking her to places of great beauty in the countryside and walking with her for about an hour each day so that she could absorb the splendour of the surroundings. His theory was that if the eye of a pregnant woman was constantly observing the beauty of nature, this beauty would somehow become transmitted to the mind of the unborn baby within her womb and that baby would grow up to be a lover of beautiful things. This was the treatment that all of his children received before they were born.”
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