I'm falling for grasses.
I like that many of them don't mind when it's dry. Or cold. Or wet... or hot. I like that they will protect my satsuma that is planted in the ground this winter (a satsuma that now has grasses planted all around it). I like that my old male dog, Handsome Stanley, likes to bend down and get under the grasses and use the blades to scratch his back. This fall I am dividing some of my grasses, starting small pieces in pots for now so that sometime this winter, late winter, I can put them into the ground. I like that they propagate so easily.