Hebe (genus) - Species

Species

About 90-100 species, including:

  • Hebe acutiflora
  • Hebe albicans
  • Hebe amplexicaulis
  • Hebe armstrongii
  • Hebe barkeri
  • Hebe brachysiphon
  • Hebe breviracemosa
  • Hebe brevifolia
  • Hebe buchananii
  • Hebe canterburiensis
  • Hebe carnosula
  • Hebe chathamica
  • Hebe cheesmannii
  • Hebe ciliolata
  • Hebe colensoi
  • Hebe cupressoides
  • Hebe decumbens
  • Hebe dieffenbachii
  • Hebe diosmifolia
  • Hebe elliptica
  • Hebe epacridea
  • Hebe gibbsii
  • Hebe glaucophylla
  • Hebe gracillima
  • Hebe haastii
  • Hebe hectorii
  • Hebe hulkeana
  • Hebe lavaudiana
  • Hebe leiophylla
  • Hebe ligustrifolia
  • Hebe lycopodioides
  • Hebe macrantha
  • Hebe matthewsii
  • Hebe obtusata
  • Hebe ochracea
  • Hebe odora
  • Hebe parviflora
  • Hebe pauciramosa
  • Hebe pimeleoides
  • Hebe pinguifolia
  • Hebe propinqua
  • Hebe rakaiensis
  • Hebe raoulii
  • Hebe recurva
  • Hebe salicifolia
  • Hebe salicornioides
  • Hebe speciosa
  • Hebe stricta
  • Hebe subalpina
  • Hebe subsimilis
  • Hebe tetragona
  • Hebe tetrasticha
  • Hebe topiaria
  • Hebe traversii
  • Hebe trisepala
  • Hebe venustula
  • Hebe vernicosa

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