Mix, match, whatever

This is my usual angle on the front gate -- right now, I'm reading Margaret Atwood's "The Robber Bride" on the porch -- and that burgundy plant you and I see is the dipladenia I put in to replace the cat's whiskers that was dead when I got here a few weeks back.

So far, so good, and it was a wild addition to our inside-the-gate garden, considering the bright-red hibiscus just out of the frame on the right, the orange-sherbet ixoras lolling over the walkway, the plumbagos invading through the fence, the big mauve mussaenda against the porch, the neon-purple and hot-pink bougainvillea at the end of the parking space. . . .

Just after I took the picture I hacked the plumbagos back into some semblance of submission until Robert gets back here sometime next month. And I tried yet again to remember the source of a quote. Bette Midler? Phyllis Diller?

"If you can't decide which color to wear, wear 'em all!"