When I moved to the Yucatan I thought I had a green thumb. Turns out, I didn´t even have a tropical pinky finger. My experience with tropical plants was limited to atriums of glass buildings from the 80´s. In fact I had a deep-seated aversion to heliconias and philodendrons. My years in France made me long for a hedge or parterre. I have murdered hundreds of roses and lavenders over the years.
The garden at my house, Meson San Sebastian for years was just two giant blue agaves and a wall of giant prickly pear cactus. But now there is fragrance garden in the corner that has something blooming year round. The lily pond is being taken over by giant lotuses.