Orchid cactus (Epiphyllum)

Queenie Rides Again I Passing our station at 23:36, grand and smug, nose in air, wrist pivot-waving to the crowd, oblivious to her subjects’ needs, wants and desires. How could she be? By the time this parade has ended, she will have exhausted all robustness in her brief reign and her and become limp as microwaved lettuce. But for this brief moment the Queen passes and the crowd is mesmerized by her regal beauty.