Killing Cacti

My first day on the job at New Hope I received a welcome basket with some office supplies, good coffee, fun nic-nacs, and a cactus.

I thought, "Good, a cactus." At least it's a low maintenance plant and it shouldn't be hard to take care of. I had it for a while and occasionally watered it. Often I would catch Nicole, our office manager, giving it a drink because she felt bad for it.

Over time I slowly forgot about it, to the point that I was giving it no attention at all.

One day I came in and noticed it was shriveled up. Completely and utterly dead. No coming back from this one. Nicole called me a 'cactus killer'.

I took the cactus for granted because of its ability to need little and withstand a lot. Eventually I killed it. Leaving only a empty pot.

How often in life do you forget to take care of the good things that practically take care of themselves. Then you wake up one day and something is definitely wrong.

Over the next few posts I want to talk about different times/ways you can kill your cactus.