grow Acantholimon ulicinum

The spiny thrift, a miniature fortress of needle-sharp leaves, stubbornly resisted our efforts. Seedlings, so few and far between, represented a whisper of hope against the odds, like scattered stars in a vast, arid sky. Cuttings, painstakingly coaxed from its woody stems, were a gamble, each a tiny green prayer against the rot that threatened. Yet, the eventual unfurling of a fresh rosette, a perfect miniature replica of its parent, was a triumph—a hard-won victory tasted on the wind, a testament to patience and the enduring beauty of nature’s prickly embrace.