This is not a case of altruism. It is an example of my mindlessness…again. Head one place; hand somewhere else.

We moved the Century Plants back to their favorite spots on the wall. They love the heat from underneath.

I put on gloves to prune off dead leaves. These plants need sun and very little water. The only time I touch them is to trim old leaves and remove pups.

When they stayed inside I clipped off the spikes. They are big enough to leave out, so they may go in the ground this fall. These bloom only once in a lifetime. I hope I live to see the giant flower stalks.

I put sticks with balls on the ends to prevent passers-by from running into the mean spikes at the end of each leaf.

I needed one more stick. I took off my gloves to search, but did not put them back on. OUCH! The sap is poisonous.

I think I heard a whisper from one of the agaves. It sounded like ” Touche!”

Injured FLOW