Spillover

Sullins called me a few weeks ago from his boat -- I think he was in the Riviera Canal -- and asked what the hell we'd planted next to the porch.

Robert was here a little later and said our mussaenda had gone wild.

And this morning, as the rain started, I saw what they were talking about. It's higher than the porch roofline, wider than anything around it, and at this point invading the railing.

And of all the porch-sitters here, I think it's my favorite.