Bougainvillia

There was the bench upon which I had sat and listened to Miss de Castro’s extraordinary story, and behind it the dusty masses of bougainvillia hanging to the wall.

The plumbagos will send out shoots with flowers two feet six inches long; the bougainvillias will send out shoots five feet long, with flowers.

[…] bougainvillias, the beauty of the lake, now shimmering gently like a piece of some rich silk, now grey and menacing like an angry monster.