My next door neighbors have a fabulous yard, replete with many flowering plants. Unlike me, the black thumbed. Oh, I can grow aloe and ivy… easy, hard to kill stuff. They, however, must know the secret.
I have the same plants that flourish on their lot but perish (with extreme prejudice) on mine. It’s crazy.
But I get to appreciate their efforts as they grow onto my postage stamp sized piece of real estate.
I can’t grow hibiscus, but theirs is robust… and trying to come visit. Hope he makes it.
Likewise the bougainvillea is going gangbusters where mine never really got off the ground.
I fully expect to see the part of their plants on my side of the fence attacked by all manner of insects and mold.