Son of Cereus
In the prior post, you see a gnarly Night Blooming Cereus, which had finally grown enough for me to make a serious cutting. In the interest of gifting a plant to a deserving NBC fan, I boldly took clippers to soon-to-be Father Cereus. It was a gross feeling. I did not follow internet instructions on rooting. I took the easy way dictated by maven Jeanne in Hanover.
Just look at him go! I’m so proud I could cry. He already sprouted his first leaf—as if a tiny hand, proudly raised high, waves, “Good-bye Mommy! Good-bye! I’m going to live with your favorite neighbor!”
(You know who you are.)
Sniff, sniff.
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Posted on August 2, 2020, in humor, Mischief, nature, personal, photos and tagged cereus cuttings, I miss my cereus, night blooming cereus propagation, rooting a cereus. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.
uppervalleygirl 
Very exciting!
*And YOU are now becoming a full-fledged NBC devotee. Welcome aboard and congratulations on the newest nbc. xoxo*
It’s kind of an elite club, no? Or at least: twisted.
He’s BEAUTIFUL!!!!! I can’t wait 😉
How’s he doing, MOMMY?
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