a prickly issuePosted: May 31, 2014
Love or hate them cactus are amazing!
My gran was an enthusiastic grower and appreciator of cactus and I wish I knew what happened to her wonderful collection when she died.
My dad has his theory on my Gran’s love for these spiked green wonders and it is something along the lines of her being in good company……
I don’t mind admitting that I LOVE a cactus.
I have them (they are practically the only green thing that I have indoors) in my home.
I wonder what it really does say about me and my gran, then?
I’m not bothered about succulents (pah!! pretenders!!), I love the full blown, nasty, needle covered cactus that is impossible to repot and will remind you (in no uncertain terms) what they are capable of if you forget yourself and get too close.
They are the perfect architectural designer’s accessory and even if they are hugely uncool at the moment, this designer loves them.
I love them!!
I love them for their architectural grace and interesting shapes.
I love them for their unforgiving ways (hmmm? some might say…….).
I love them because they work perfectly in our understated london home which is mostly white with grey furniture and walnut floors that is only coloured by the contents of our shelves AND a carefully placed cactus here and there.
They are neat and contained so they also fit in with my deep love of order and tidiness.
It is in complete contrast, I have to say, to the outside which is a mix up of colour (not too much), green, wild stuff, compost and things not necessarily in the right place (rhubarb).
Every time I look at one of my little beauties, my gran comes to mind.
What could be wrong with any of that?