Barrel Fever

On Saturday, during a little break from the rain, I went to the Huntington Library and Gardens for a stroll through the cactus garden.

Water droplets everywhere on the thirsty succulents:

huntington water on leaves

Whenever I’m in the section where all the barrell cactus are, I imagine this picture of what happens at night, after the Huntington closes and there are no humans around.

The cacti come to life.

Huntington cactus garden barrell crop

They ooch and scooch their way around. They galumph next to one another to talk over the events of the day and do whatever else cacti feel they need to do at night when no one is looking.

Huntington backlit cacti

They bobble and dodge, and when they move, their cactus bellies jiggle like stately jello.

Huntington cactus garden

They congregate at night and dance in circles with their ancient cactus chants.

Huntington barrell and whiter cacti

By the time the sun rises, they’ve all ooched back to their places, and stand still and motionless, recovering from their night revelries.

I think that some of the gardening staff are onto the cacti and that’s one of the reasons why the Huntington is such a daytime place, opening at 10 or 11 and closing at 5 or so. Can you imagine what a scandal it would cause the nearby residents of San Marino to know—much less acknowledge— the nighttime cactus orgy that takes place in their midst?

One response to “Barrel Fever”

  1. Barbara

    My God, what gorgeous photos!

    I’m not usually a big fan of cacti, but you got to me. 🙂 I especially like the halo effect, and the fantasy nighttime activities. Thanks!