> Don't like the look of that poor little Aloe capitata there, though. That bruisey patchiness, so close to the basal area- no bueño.
Oh so now you're going to bring it with the sub-zero bullshit- in the last few days of winter when all the plants are feeling horny and expansive and are busy extruding their delicate private parts. We had a big dump of snow inland and a hill sprinkling hereabouts, which sent a bunch of cold air rolling down the hills onto our arses. I got the frost cloths out in time but there may still be a couple of casualties.
< The Red Angel Trumpet datura took it in the face but it'll be fine; I don't think it will even defoliate.
mediterranean zone succulent fanciers and this is gratuitous attention-seeking bollocks from a winter that's barely bothered to show up at all.
This might get me burned at the stake but I like the solo version. This song was born to be shrieked over a tape track by a lone pencilneck in sweaty linen and white trainers.