To lighten up the dark red, I added lime green ipomea and white impatiens.
The ipomea will be cascading down on the sides of the planters - that's the idea. It grew luxuriously in NJ before our resident groundhog gnawed it down to the nub in one single night.
Native ground orchid whose name fell victim to a senior moment
Beefy gaillardia is barely able to survive its native conditions.
Our lonicera sempervirens did its Latin name pround by blooming throughout all cold and drought cycles (coral honeysuckle).
Our new neighbors planted a loquat tree in 'our' corner, delicious fruit. You see the back of their house.
Our canary date palm grows a new set of fronds while the dried out oldest ones rustle in the wind.
The white African iris at the garage corner are doing well. Unfortunately, their pale color does not hold its own against the house.
One courageous little bougainvillea and another one further down. The stick (photo below) is the bougainvillea's former trunk.
The fire engine red kalanchoe will be relocated to the red/green themed courtyard when they are done blooming. The bougainvilleas are pinkish purple which should make for a nice psychadelic color scheme in perfect harmony with the orange kumquats and calamondin oranges.
The driver doesn't get out unless you leave stuff next to your huge garbage can. No second man necessary. 
Metal arms reach out, grab, lift and voilà, our trash disappears.
The yellow box is for recycling and this is a whole different story for some other time.
One of the hundreds of birds too dumb to pose for me. One of them was cheeky enough to almost fly into my hair: a Florida scrub jay on his way from a favored tree to an even more favored birdfeeder.
