Native plants conjure up a diverse array of emotions, depending on who you ask. Unruly or unkempt spaces to some, pollinator heaven to others. But most don’t usually associate native plants with a sleek, modern space, or a cheery, seasonal bounty of lush blooming gardens, regrettably.
I inherited two pin oak trees when I bought my home. While these would be majestic beauties in most settings, outside my home, in the middle of the city, my oaks were planted in the wrong place, and are located under power lines, forever destined to be pruned away from the utilities by the city’s arborists.