A Wedding God-wink

So like I needed to have a cactus. I don’t know why.  Just an uncontrollable urge to have a cactus in the hopes that it would produce a cactus rose – like the one in the 1962 John Wayne…

Source: A Wedding God-wink

A Wedding God-wink

So like I needed to have a cactus.

I don’t know why.  Just an uncontrollable urge to have a cactus in the hopes that it would produce a cactus rose – like the one in the 1962 John Wayne film, “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance.”

Twice My Love and I went to home depot.  Looked at cactus prices the first time.  No,  I thought.  Went again, looked at the prices, and I concluded that in order to have a cactus rose, I probably needed a cactus first.

But, what color.  Some had bloomed already – white, yellow, pink, red.  But the one that said right size and shape for the feng shui in my cactus barrel had no blooms.  No blooms yet.

Mind you, this was before getting engaged and married.

Got engaged to the love of my life.  Wedding coming on Friday, and leave for a week-long honeymoon Saturday.  And what do ya’ know, the cactus blooms were swelling and about to burst.  I longed to know what color they would be, but I was going to miss them bloom.

I had to rationalize in order to keep calm:  “I can’t really stay home and not go on our honeymoon just to see the cactus bloom…”  But…I was wrought with resentment for my mother who has no regard for foilage would see them blossom, and I would not.  I half hoped they would be white like the ones in the movie.  But I decided I’d love them no matter the color.

Color.  My wedding colors had to be orange, like the color on a lovebird’s head.

And my dear friend, Abbelita, made me a floral bouquet of orange flowers adorned with orange bow.

Orange daisies topped our chocolate Grand Marnier infused cake.

We woke Saturday morning with a few a.m. hours to throw stuff in the car and leave for a week.

My Love from the kitchen, getting our coffee:  “The cactus bloomed.”

I jump out of bed, beside myself.  Had they bloomed any other day or any other hour, I would have missed them.

Racing to look out the window, I hear My Love say:

“They’re Orange.”