
Here in Canada's Deep South, we've had a few mornings lately when I've seen frost on the neighbor's shingles. The container plants I have on the back patio are dead, but this one that hangs in the front, tucked in close to the house, is still going. It's gotten a bit nipped by the frost, though, and it's leaves are turning a dusky purple. It used to be a bright gemstone green all over, but I think it looks just as pretty now. I thought I'd saved the plastic stake that came stuck in the pot with it, so I'd know what it was, but I can't find it. I'd like to get more next year; it did really well in its shady location. The flowers look sort of like a cross between a violet and lobelia, to my untrained eye at least. If anybody knows what it is, I'd love to hear! Anyway, there's a chilly rain falling this morning. My nameless plant likely won't last very much longer, so - here's to you, little plant; you made my porch look real pretty all summer, and you attracted the first hummingbird I saw since moving here three years ago. Ciao bella!
