Comeback kids

The mussaendas at the porch -- the big pink one in front, and the little white one at the side -- kept bringing questions from passers-by in the last few weeks:

Not the "Ohmygod, what's that," of the height of bloom season, but "Is there something wrong with those bushes?"

They dropped all their leaves. And as much as I pointed to the fuzzy knobs along the branches and at their tips, I was as unhappy as the passers-by were distressed.

Until the knobs started doing their thing.

So now they're on autopilot.

Just wait till midsummer.