Evidence: Pictures I took in my backyard earlier this week.
These are in large pots at about shoulder-level as you walk out the back door. My mother can't remember what they are, so I guess we'll find out, won't we?
These are camellias. I think?
This is a potted Japanese cherry tree (ornamental, no fruit). In the third picture (below left), I have no idea what that curving filament is. It looks like a hair, but--it's not mine. And you can see some spiderwebbage going on as well. So I have no idea.
Meanwhile, the picture to the right is the jasmine draped over the top of our privacy fence. It's very hard to see, but there really are two or three yellow blossoms up there already--I could smell them very clearly.
Note: despite all the floriage (amazingly, this is a real word), it was damn hell ass cold.
Bonus: Sunday morning at the Jones house. Apparently my dogs went on a bender last night or something. And now you know why Shelby's nickname is Right-Angle Dog.