I had a period where I hated yuccas. Probably had something to do with their overuse in the 1980s. Many suburban yards in my neighborhood had one forlorn yucca abandoned in a bed. Of course, my horticultural tastes constantly change, so now I adore yuccas and other succulents. What’s not to love? They are the perfect focal point: their architectural splendor, rich colors, and then there’s the light. The way a slant of sun spills over each blade creating such magnificent chiaroscuro.
Many of the better agaves, yuccas, and other succulents are Zone 8 and warmer, but those in Zone 7 and above can enjoy them in pots. What business does a desert plant have in a mid-Atlantic, temperate Piedmont garden? Well, I am embracing my inner-Victorian: why deny myself the pleasure of a bit of horticultural fetishism? Go ahead , try it: throw yourself into the crowd of mail-ordering, zone-pushing horticultural compulsives whose lust for exotic species leads them down dark (and expensive) paths. It’s worth it. And if my endorsement doesn’t persuade you, perhaps these fabulous succulent pots designed by the U.S. Botanical garden will.
What's not to love about this overloaded succulent pot? I could stare at this for an hour--I think I did actually . . .
Or contrast the intricacy of the previous pot with the simplicity of this arrangement:
Can anyone identify this species? Some kind of Euphorbia? Really wonderful, especially with the yellow fall color behind it
I can't imagine a place where this pot would not look good:
Euphorbia tirucalli is always visually spectacular:
And sometimes the pot can speak for itself . . .