While we're up there

As long as we're on the front porch looking that way, we might as well check out the yellow elder, smack against the fence to the street.

It's taken center stage from the mussaenda, whose pink bracts have just about played out for the year.

So it's the elder that has passers-by stopping and asking their botanical questions about what we do to get it blooming so. Ironic, since this one grows like a weed.

The tiniest hummingbirds I've ever seen ask nothing like that. They just come every morning to buzz and whirr at their breakfast buffet.