He understands that sometimes, despite being completely skint, I need a Cactus.
I think it might be Titanopsis schwantesii. But what do I know?
Just as I fell hard for the alien pylons stalking across the plains around the Desert Rd, I have fallen for the tongue-pads that this cactus has instead of spines.
And Darling-Dear Craig understood that, and bought my tiny little three-dollar love for me even though we only went in to get weed killer.
For more photos? click here : Sweet Little Alien Cactus