Oh, The Horror of It All
Three Mamms, with a glufer of a flower (not even the correct colour or shape/size) and carefully-sprayed-on light adhesive on the river-pebble top dressing. Yech.
Ghastly, yet the irony of me, a cactophile, getting one...well, God does have a sense of humour, eh?
I intend to find out from the ladies who gave this to me where they purchased it from. Then my attorneys (Dewey, Cheatam and Howe) will be contacting the store and demanding that they sell these sorts of plants with an advisory label of something like 'This isn't a real flower and we sure chose a cheesy way of planting them together'. Hey, it's Canada, it's almost Human Rights Commission-worthy.
And yet, does not one find beauty in the world when one can look for it? Zeus (l) and Emma, resting from their labours. This photo is plant-connected because the garbage can on the left contains thawing potting soil and manure - yum, yum, there's going to be some repotting in the ol' town soon.