The foliage holds its color all summer - even in heat and drought.

We tend to take summer's vitality for granted, when in actuality it is just one prolonged drought, or disease, away from decimation.

I've been researching the plants and looking at their heights, time, color, texture and foliage.

Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon after their three o'clock naps. And by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There's no hurry, for there's nowhere to go and nothing to buy...and no money to buy it with.

This isn't even close to a drought. But we are looking at a projection of a hot, dry summer.

It really holds onto the color, has a great drape and is not wrinkly or stiff.