One Person's Trash
A comment that barbrad left on my acorn post ( Mighty Acorns ) reminded me of a friend's granddaughter's fascination with a couple of very small acorns she found when walking through a botanical garden that we visited. After carrying them both with her in one hand most of the day, she finally gave one acorn to her brother who promptly threw it away. A little sad but not mad she philosophically uttered an expression that I thought was well beyond her years. She said that when she gave it to him it became his and he could do what he wanted with it.
I think my late husband found the cactus in my photo in the trash some twenty years ago. He was not much into gardening, but he did get a kick out of saving abandoned plants. As ratty as it is, he loved this cactus, and we were both ecstatic the first time it put forth its tiny red blossoms which form in rings around each trunk. When we moved to Arizona we left it behind, but even once when we were gone for two years we came back and found it still alive. Now, like me, it has to live or die without him. Since I can't seem to kill it, I guess it will be my treasure.
Image Credit » I took this photo with my Samsung Note 8 tablet.