Out of all my hobbies, the growing of plants has to be my favourite and longest standing. I think I got bitten by the gardening bug around the age of 4, when I started to look after an Easter Cactus my mum had given up on. I nursed it back to health - I watered it for a start and it grew from there. Alas I don't have it today as it got overlooked for watering, by a forgetful neighbour, whilst I was away on holiday one year. Such is life...

Today I have a reasonably diverse collection of plants, but of course I will never be able to have enough being a collector. Bruce thinks I won't be happy until the whole flat is covered with them, inside and out. He claims to not be particularly mad about them himself, but I know secretly he really likes them. On occasion I have spotted him inspecting some of them - He only admits to liking cacti though :)

If you should ever visit, expect me to try and get you to go home with an assortment of cuttings. I seem to be unable to throw away things that are living and tend to pot up my prunings after being brutal with the scissors. I have no idea why, but I always feel guitly after pruning something. Allegedly plants don't have feelings. I think this is untrue as they seem to thrive on love, attention and a varied range of music being blasted at them. I consider all my plants to be in good health, so I must be doing something right. Bruce ribs me sometimes and says he can hear them screaming when I'm pruning, even when he's miles away at work in Oxfordshire! Isn't he beastly? Click here to send him an email if you agree ;)

Personally I fail to see how someone can like some plants and not others as they are all amazing in their own way. Cacti, like orchids, have a special unique weirdness to them, which I suppose is the attraction for Bruce here.

Click here to see pictures of some of my plants.

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