There's a small [or bijou, as it'd be termed in its vicinity] garden centre a moderate walk away from my house. They usually have an assortment of more exotic fruit and vegetables. Exotic means not a potato. Anyhuff, I bought these two pomegranates and set them up on my stand along with some plums for this study in warmth. Ironically, after several days of spring weather and false hope, we've now reverted to winter and I have my stove burning away as I write.