Author: Sarah Potter Writes
Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between. View all posts by Sarah Potter Writes
Sarah Potter Writes 
I don’t know what the hell it is, but I like it!
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It’s an what they call an “Old Man Cactus”. For its more scientific name, have a look at my tags under my post. Although I own lots of cacti, that particular one belongs to my mother. It seems to get bigger and hairier every time I visit her greenhouse!
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Wow – that’s amazing!
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Now all “Great Grandpa” needs is to wear a tweed cap to complete the picture!
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This made me giggle. So nice of you to share your Grandpa with us. ha ha!
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Eccentricity runs in the family, as does untidy hair. I haven’t inherited his prickliness, though 😉
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Haha, I LOVE this! Thanks so much for the laugh to brighten my mood this morning dear Sarah, and for the explanation to David so that now I know the answer too 😀 xxx
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So glad it made you laugh, Sherri. Perhaps you need to buy one of those “Old Men” in a flowerpot for your summerhouse window sill for daily cheer 🙂 xxxx
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Haha…yes, what a great idea 🙂 xxxx
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or a bad hair day!!
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I get plenty of those D:
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Is it the Old man of Andes? I have one but not that hairy. A cutie.
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I’m not sure if it is specifically the one from the Andes? I just know it as Old Man Cactus. If it is the one you mention, then my mother will have to eventually get a larger greenhouse to accommodate it!
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