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Every weekend last summer, as we walked to and from the beach, we'd pass a south-facing succulent tour de force. But this hedge of Aloe arborescens (street name: torch aloe) didn't really get interesting until November. Welcome mats, schmelcome mats — by now you know that it's the welcome plants that...

At a Halloween party a couple weeks ago, the host, our friend Tom (winningly dressed as a 1930s lion tamer) told us we had to, had to, take a one-block detour to see one of the most spectacular ficus trees we would ever lay eyes on. We...

One of the things RB and C have in common is that we're late bloomers. We won't get into all the clammy high-school specifics, but it's something that we bond on. So — it's no surprise that late autumn flowers endear themselves to us. The cigar...

When one of our flowerbeds was in urgent need of some sprucing, we acted on a tip from a landscape architect friend and headed east to a wholesale nursery. The place turned out to be a sprawling, plant-hunting goldmine. The only hitch? We had to pretend...

We entered into our air plant relationship with a bunch of misconceptions. They're generally misunderstood; the mythology goes: they're easy (how difficult can they be — they're like the breatharians of the plant world), they're bland, flowerless, overpriced novelties at Home Depot. Alternatively, it's easy...

“Feed me, Seymour,” the line goes, originally uttered by the neediest plant in history. Little Shop of Horrors gave us (both!) mega nightmares as kids. If only we'd known that someday we would grow to enable our own crop of bloodthirsty carnivores. We brought them home...

During our pilgrimages to Palm Springs, we of course go nuts over the cacti and all the swooping, low-slung architecture and furniture. But tonight we’d like to raise a glass of peyote wine to an unsung deciduous wonder of the desert: the palo verde trees. Springtime...