Fruit of the wild canna lily

Today I went to the gym for the first time in weeks going on months for a session with an exercise physiologist in the hope that he can work some magic. The gym, like the pub (current location) has electricity, unlike every home in our street where it was out due to replacement of telegraph poles. I'd prefer them underground, our skies being criss-crossed with so much spaghetti. 

Rant over. My photo is of the fruit of the wild canna lily. We have the tame ones in our garden and they don't do this! The fruit is not really prickly to the touch but definitely spikey. 

Thanks for hosting Ingeborg, as always.