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With March upon us now, I am starting to think about all creatures great and green.

The more the howling lion winds surround me in Michigan, the more I contemplate saying, "Abracadabra!" and turning myself into a cactus.

Of course, it sounds silly at first, but I could stand some of those dry, desert breezes.

Whenever I see a cactus on TV, they are always standing straight and strong and they have vast views of the great beyond and any approaching challenges they may have to face.

If it were my decision, I would probably be one of those flowering types and I would wear a bright orange bloom on my top. My name would be some sweet sounding southern name with two parts like Emiline Sue or Janie Lou. You could proceed my name with the word, "wild," and it would suit me perfectly.

Maybe, if I were a cactus, it would be acceptable for me to be open about what needles me. Cacti, after all, are entitled to be prickly and I can see the virtue of having all of those points.