Cactus to Go

There were 3 giant prickly pear cactus installations in the garden. Now there are two. I got really tired of pulling their spines out of my flesh when accidently brushing past. So the challenge one hot afternoon: me vs. the cactus in the walled garden. I ripped it apart with my double-gloved hands and brute force. All my considerable weight was put into wrenching it from the earth and when bits of it came loose, I went flying in the other direction, accompanied by cod operatic yelps that must have been puzzling to L&A's guests sunning themselves at the pool below.

Here's a Before picture, but that ain't the half of it!


The roots were so pervasive that when they were yanked, stone tiles popped up on the paths 8 feet away, sort of like a mini-movie earthquake special effect .

Here it is, lined up for disposal, bagged into 6 heavy duty 25 kg sacks with the big trunk on top. Cactus takeaway, anyone?

I'm almost never happier than when we make a trip to the déchetterie. There are so many eyesores in and around my house, that when I actually get rid of something, it feels like a triumph. I know, how sad am I? But look, here's the cactus in Henny's car about to make its final journey. Tee hee hee.