


I have always loved plants but never really made friends with cacti. On the contrary I always thought cacti to emit a rather threatening and dark kind of feel. Many years ago I had an assembly of cacti in my bedroom because it was the cool plant-thing to do (don't ask, I don't understand either) but I quickly got rid of them. A plant that you do not have to water and that is perfectly okay with being ignored and collecting dust is not a plant I trust. Later, having been to the Californian desert, having lived in Australia and having traveled to many other dry, desert-y, cacti-abundant places of the world I changed my perception. Cacti are still not my favourite plants but I respect them for their quiet non-greedyness , for their self sufficiency and for their stoic, relentless, untouchable grandeur amidst climatic chaos! When all of a sudden, they even bloom. Vulnerable, beautiful and against all odds.