The roughness of the world is as sweet as its silkiness. Sweeter even because of all it asks of us. The beauty of something like my repurposed backyard cactus takes more work to find. But it’s there. This summer I am rewarded for my care by the sudden starburst of flowers, unlikely coral-hued beauties that suddenly appear along each spikey finger. And I dare not touch. Just look and imagine its secret life.