13th July 2006
In my efforts to give it somewhere dry and sunny to grow, I managed to shrivel it to a crisp. It has survived, but sulked for a few months. New cuttings have romped away.
I like it (but not enough.) It is the sad fate of ageing horticulturalists that as they wither they are eventually infatuated with the Aizoaceae (Messembryanthemaceae as was) and spend their
lives peering through hand lenses at tiny little tufts of withered succulent leaves. I do at least know where senility is going to take me, and when it happens
I will write an enthusiastic but painfully arcane description of this dessicated scrap. Brace yourselves.
21st May 2006