Prickly Pear

I took my mother to Shoney’s the other day. Outside the Shoney’s nearby is a large clump of cactus.  I went to the car alone after we ate.  Suddenly I realized those cactus were prickly pears. I had seen them for years and had no more thought for them than, “Don’t touch!”

When my mother came out, I told her they were prickly pears. She gave me one of those mother-of-demented-child looks. After all, we live in Virginia where we do not see many cactus to compare.

Yes, I had been doing research about the desert. Now I recognize the cactus outside Shoney’s. teehee

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