Heirloom Christmas Cactus
…they looked like arching Roman candle fireworks or dragons spitting yellow flames. That cactus is my first plant memory and the spark that lit my own lifelong love affair with horticulture. My grandfather, born in Vermont in 1892, was an ardent gardener. He grew vegetables and fruit for the family table, manicured a perfect postage-stamp lawn, and dearly loved his peonies and roses. To get through the long winters, he kept a few prized flowering…
