ZZ are lovely, and I have killed two of them, as I invariably kill MIL-tongues.
. This is because I grow them outside (good), but in the open (bad), and they die from Melbourne downpours. I have learned my lesson and now keep such plants under the carport where they get full light but can be kept dry.
Putting house-style plants to use, I have planted a jade plant hedge today. The unpromising bit of the garden where I keep aspidistras in containers has had two attempts at growing a hedge under DD's bedroom window. The area faces north, is narrow andunder eaves, so catches little rain.
I tried native hibiscus: straggly and unthrifty, then westringias, the native rosemary, an unbeatable hedging plant. No dice. I have pots and pots of jade plants, cut-offs from the mothership plant in the front garden, so decided to give it a go. Digging away with a trowel, I encountered two metres of bogging weed mat. Aargh!! No wonder everything died. DH and I had dug up miles of the stuff when we started to make over the garden, but plainly overlooked this bit.
You might ask why hadn't I spotted this when digging with a spade: the soil is so sandy, that nothing short of an advanced tree actually needs a spade. The whole area has now been soil-wetted, fertilised and watered. Mulch goes down tomorrow. If I can shift my arse in 41 degrees.
And breathe. Going to sit down in the arvo sun. David Bowie on the radio.