My gardening books are lukewarm about it, apparently because of its irregular shape and relatively weak wood. I'm guessing these books were written by people who believe in beating a landscape into submission with power tools, and abhor plants that prefer growing in a natural way and dropping a few branches now and then. (There's a lot of that attitude going around, here in the Sunshine State.)
I have only enthusiasm for this little beauty, which is blooming its little heart out right next to the street, with only a trash can and some cars for company. Was it just an afterthought in the landscaping plan?
As you can see, it has lots of flowers (and a few airplants) but hardly any leaves right now, which explains the incredible concentration of color. Trust me, it has lots of happy bees, too.
Isn't it just the prettiest thing?