A boy and his cacti

Why do I like chocolate, British farces, Leonard Cohen songs? More to the point, where did my interest in cacti come from? I’ve always been a collector, starting with various boyhood collections, and now with a large collection of beer bottles, art and bric-a-brac featuring frogs and spiders, and of course, cactuses.

I grew up in the then small town of Prince George, B.C., 800 km west of Edmonton. A basic sort of town in the nineteen fifties, prior to TV, Macdonald’s or pizza.

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Grafting cacti

The brightly coloured grafted plants you see in many stores don’t have chlorophyll, so they need to be on a stock that does have that essential chemical. Grafting allows energy to transfer from a strongly growing base to a slower growing grafted plant. This arrangement won’t last forever, however, because the base can get tired, so you might have to re-graft some years later.

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My love affair with Haworthias

My love affair with Hawarthias started many years ago when I was a child of 7 or 8 years of age. My parents took me on a holiday to Vancouver and we stayed in a rooming house on Davie Street close to English Bay. I don’t think it is a very good area of town now but at that time it was quite elegant.

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