Lantana

Apparently, the flowers above which I remember from Lebanon because we used to suck the sweet ends of its tiny petals are called Lantana. I had not seen one since until two years ago, when I went to the nursery and there they were. They are supposedly perennials and great was my joy in nursing them, taking pictures in their developing stages and waiting for their rebirth the following year. They were nowhere to be found. Last year I did not find any at the nursery. This year, yes. In a tiny pot, two flowers with a different color combination than the ones above, red and yellow, waiting to be strategically planted. I will wait for Diane to show up Wednesday so we can do this with the utmost ceremony owed to this rare and nostalgic for me flower.