Succulent plant of arid regions

Usage examples of cactus.

The fruits are citrus, dates, melons, apricots, figs, almonds, and cactus fruit.

The Sahara, the landmark, the Americana and the ominous Thunderbird -- a cluster of grey rectangles in the distance, rising out of the cactus.

Vast, undulating plains, sometimes sparsely covered with bunchgrass, but for the most part dry and sandy with cactus and mesquite thrusting skyward.

Although it was fall in the land I came from, Miller Damon was lush with blooming vines and flowering cactuses and ivies with shiny leaves that climbed the sandstone-colored bricks of the low buildings with their terra-cotta roofs.

Wherever the cactus roots or flash-flood washes left room, you saw thin chaparral, or stickerbush, from creosote and catclaw to eight- or ten-foot whitebark and paloverde.

The foothills loomed up here, too -- more lava formations, huge rocks balanced on top of each other and strewn along slopes that also bore catclaw, cholla, organ-pipe cactus abloom with pink and white and lavender flowers.

The scrub of southern Texas had given way to cacti, which had given way to the occasional oasis in Arizona, which had given way to the pines and oaks of California, which turned into curbs and streets.

The Cactus deals had been fine but required Enron to wander around, tin cup in hand, scaring up investors.

Cacti with spiny arms and flowers like dracaena rose up periodically, as did the huge robotic forms of power-line towers.

When the formidable cactus became King of its own mountain, the Hanswurst, the Kesperle and the Emeraldina all shrugged, threw away their weapons and went off amicably arm in arm.

These little blighters are so successful, one species has been introduced from South America to effectively control Harrisia cactus in Queensland.

The cactus people were jabbering in their harsh pidgin, arguing over who was to go in.

There were kitschy oil paintings of long-horned steer and cacti over the empty tables.

Yagharek stopped, thinking of that panic-stricken scene on the top of the cactacae sun-temple, of the helmetless cactus elders, the brave, idiot soldiers charging up, lucky enough to have missed the moths, saving themselves from pointless death.

The two Mexican ponies were as used to the taste of skinned-out cactus as the Papago mules.