On the alley half of a local street that is also an alley, the kind of thing that happens when tiny old towns have spurts of growth, it looks like ice plant grew over night. Until yellow flowers appear, I won’t be sure it’s the same kind I wrote about earlier this month. I found another patch a few days ago with purple flowers that looks somewhat scrawny by comparison. I’m willing to say it’s a cousin, if nothing more. You can see how aggressively this variety grows and why it was planted all those years ago to hold down the cliffs leading to the beach. There are many prettier plants, but it certainly does the job. Soon they will be trimming it back to make room for the car.