This beastie, Fanny, lives and thrives in my front garden. I’ve never decided if I like her or not, but people often pause to look at her.
In recent months, she’s had her skirt shortened, because it was impossible to walk past her without being attacked by her thorns.
She’s already sprouting a new silver fan,
that will grow up like this one day
and she’s wearing some new jewels at her feet
which could be interesting if she’s part tryffid. She may have plans to dominate the local gardens, should I be worried?