The bloke and I share a passion for plants. I favour cacti because they come in such a bizarre variety of forms, and for their extensive array of weaponry. This winter, we acquired some seeds and propagators. This spring, we were rewarded with a flourishing crop of tiny cacti whose spines have the delicate transparency of ice crystals. The plants pictured above are about the size of the nail bed on my littlest finger.
I particularly like Groucho Cactus, who looks as though he's lent his moustache to his neighbour to protect his modesty.