This night blooming cereus was given to me as a small cutting several years ago. It lived in one of my psychotherapy offices until I moved it home last year.
I'm surprised by the strong shoots springing up from the long, rangey fronds. And I love the contrast of the smooth waxy leaves against the gritty soil and broken pot. The plant is now so tall that I have had to balance it in it's saucer with a couple of rocks to prevent it from falling over. Of course re-potting would be another option... but somehow I keep putting this off in part because I just enjoy the crazy extreme of the tall and wide plant in the tiny broken pot.