A few years ago, I started a Christmas cactus from a cutting. The cutting languished, pretty badly, I must admit. It didn't get enough water. It probably didn't get enough light. It didn't put down roots for at least six months, and then just barely. It moved across the country, which was stressful for me, and much more so for my plants that were stuck in a baking car on the back of a trailer. But here it is, at Easter, and beginning to bloom. Ironic, and yet appropriate for all it's been through.