Now, in mid-summer, one of them is changing clothes. Wants to grow, I suppose. A few days later it is almost there. The looks are completely different, no white shoulders, and new dark rubrications. I like this little keel which marks the middle of the leaves’ underside.
But, unfortunately,there seems to live a little critter in the same pot who thinks young Lithops are tasty. I’ll try to find him with a green grape as bait.