O - Oleander. 30 years ago, on a road trip to Mexico, my mother saw these plants for the first time. Down there, as well as other hot places, they grow into tall hedges with pretty white and pink blooms. She just had to have one. So she cut a branch to bring home to hopefully root it and grow a new plant. Well you just aren't supposed to take plants across the boarder from Mexico to the U.S. - so we smuggled it in, hidden in the RV (along with the other illegal Mexican contraband -- switch blades). She was successful in growing the plant; she had quite the "green thumb". Every summer she would have my brother drag the poor thing out into the yard, where it would be happy and bloom and every fall he dragged it back into the house where it would be unhappy and drop its leaves, waiting for summer again. Well, Mom passed away last October and I inherited caring for the oleander. Here's a picture of it on my patio - happy and blooming.