Plectranthus scutellarioides
I'm front row and center stage, obviously. My colors aren’t meant to be hidden in the shadows.
Perennials like Nasturtium brag about sticking around, but let’s be real: I light up the place while I’m here. Some stars are too bright to last forever.
Cold? Don’t even say the word. One chilly night and I’m ruined. I deserve sunshine, warmth, and admiration only.