The Cactus Farmer Part 3.

He looked around at his crop with admiration. The tall century plants reaching for the clouds, the short yucca stuck to the ground, the Aloe bursting with heavenly sap, and the Rosemary filling the air around him with the smell of Sunday dinner. His favorites, though, were the barrel cactus in the fields behind the house. They were beautiful to look at and the most dangerous to touch. The water could save your life but too much would make you sick or even kill you. He pondered that as he moved to the next row.