I can't believe I have a plant crush on a Palm. I hate Palms. Except not this one, the King Palm, Archontophoenix cunninghamiana.
The trunk is smooth; there are no stumps of old fronds to deal with because the entire frond falls cleanly from the trunk, by itself. No guys with whining fuming chainsaws required.
They form elegant, slim, graceful shapes.
A grove of them is even better.
The canopy is deep green, glossy. None of the yellow tattered rat's nest mess of the California weed palm. King palm fronds whisper in the wind, rather than clatter.
I can't believe I have a plant crush on a Palm.
Beautiful, neat, well behaved palms.
ReplyDeletexoxoxo ♡
Beautiful, neat, well behaved works for me!
DeleteGorgeous palms! It's only been in the last couple of years that I've started liking palms which I previously despised. Maybe you're becoming a convert too.
ReplyDeleteHmmm...could it really come to that? ;^)
DeleteI think I remember seeing King Palms in Australia - does that sound likely? The smooth trunks are like elephant legs. So are you going to get one, or three?
ReplyDeleteYes King palms hail from Australia, and are an invasive weed in some places (southern Brazil), but not apparently here--too dry? Don't know if I will ever plant one--maybe for the living room?
DeleteYou've been to Australia, major serious envy here!!!
What a beautiful palms they don't grow overhere only in glashouses. A great way you found to show how huge these palms are.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful weekend Hoover.
Down the road are some even larger ones, though when they get really tall they are not as pretty. Have a wonderful weekend too, Marijke!
DeleteYou and the mayor of LA agree on palms, at least. The grove effect and their neatness are good things!
ReplyDeleteHard to believe I agree with that guy about anything, but that's another story for someone else's blog.
DeleteWith me it is more like multiple crushes.
ReplyDeleteIt's good that you are in the crush stage with a tree. New love is always an exhilirating time.
ReplyDeleteAs for me, I'm in the post-breakup-I-hate-everything-about-you phase with palm trees. When they aren't dropping thousands and thousands of never-fail-to-germinate seeds into my lawn, gutters, sidewalk cracks, and flower beds they are dropping sharp-as-nails fronds from 40 feet overhead onto my roof in the middle of a windy night. I'm pretty sure that my neighbor's one palm tree has taken three years off my life due to frustration, stress, and fright. And I wouldn't be at all surprised if one day it does me in for good by separating my head from my neck with one of those fronds while I'm out pulling seedlings.