There is a slightly comical, silent war that goes on next door: G has contempt for any ground used for flowers, ornamentals and will commandeer all spare space. M loves to beautify her front area so tries to sneak in her lilies and roses.
Last year I was offered a bucket of bulbs by G. He didn't remember what they were but they were mine if I wanted them. I whacked them in a space by the citrus trees and lo and behold....Fleur de Lys after the big rains last week.
I see that all four lime trees are laden and, come January, we'll be swamped