The Commander has a bad habit of kidnapping Cacti from the southwest. These poor fellows find a home in Hazen. The collection is getting out of hand. Poor Lord Kadizzle has to move them to the basement every fall. It is similar to moving rattlesnakes. Today they are in bloom. So I sit here with my little Cactus flower waiting for May to arrive. May is our friend from Cottonwood. May is coming to sail on the good ship. May will set the record for age for the last ten years or so. May is in her eighties, but has the spunk of a teenager.
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