The green wall

In late afternoon, when sun makes reading on the porch hard, I retreat to the wing chair in the den.

Yesterday, looking over my shoulder to the front door, I noticed the wall outside -- a lattice of green, with licualas at the bottom, hibiscus in the middle and the big birds of paradise fanning over all.

And yet again, for about the third time in the day and the millionth in a lifetime, I fell in love with this place.