Someone has planted cactus in the ratty little median on Indian School just east of University.

It's pretty clearly not an official city landscaping job. When the city swoops in, as they've done farther east along Indian School, they do it up all fancy. No, I'm imagining someone in the dead of night with a trowel and a box of prickly pear paddles.

The bike trail cross Indian School there, and it comes right at the end of my rides, so this morning I squirted the last bit of water in my bottle on the cactus. I am complicit.