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This post speaks volumes to me - I’m French, my cat’s name is Kactus, and my father just passed away at the age of 77. 🌵🌸

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This is as good a diary entry as any to say thank you and to acknowledge just how much I am enjoying this format. The entry for today was deeply moving and full of strenght.

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Hi, AMMeca, I’m with you on both points (enjoying the format and especially moved by today’s Letter of Note).

At the same time, the devilish and no doubt immature teenage boy within me was struck by a contrarian thought (or maybe just a cautionary memory). Many decades ago, Don Martin, the black humor cartoonist for Mad Magazine, had a comic which showed a British colonial fellow in Bermuda shorts crawling over the desert floor, scrutinizing the sand with magnifying lens in hand. Behind him walks a woman carrying all the luggage and other appurtenances for his “safari.” As he crawls, he’s narrating his thoughts for her: “Mrs. McGillicuddy, we’re searching for the rarest creature on Earth, the famous Floon Beetle. An hermaphrodite, only one is born every 25 years. It crawls up to the surface of the desert, lays an egg, lives for a single day and then dies.....ah-hah! Here it is!”

With that our explorer fellow leans in to get a closer look with his magnifying lens. It concentrates the rays of the sun on the poor Floon Beetle, which goes “Pffft” as it burns to a crisp.

The “moral” of this tale, if there is one, being that possibly Colette’s mother could have explored other possibilities such as bringing the cactus with her, in which case she might have seen both her daughter and son-in-law AND the flowering cactus while she was still alive; or, alternately, perhaps there were possible downsides (to the cactus) of her intense interest in the plant? That, or uncertainty about the precise timing of the blooming time which could simply have led her to suggest a slightly different timing for her visit.

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I had to laugh at this (and at the cartoon). One can speculate if the cactus was just a wonderful excuse to avoid the visit, in which case, surely we can wonder about Madame Colette's relationship with her daughter's second husband, as well as her fondness for cacti.

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Love every bit. Thank you. Glad to know more about the wonderful Colette

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Beautiful

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This is so beautiful and a reminder that some of the greatest gifts people give to the world are small and kind and as rare as cactus flowers. Thank you for sharing!

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