I ripped out the abused tomato plant; I had a horrifying moment when I realized the mum and the evolvulus were actually too large already to comfortably fit in the hanging pot; I fumbled around with dirt until I could get them both to fit in; I even mulched them.
And then I went to hang the thing up, and I realized that for all my planning, for all my modicum of thought about Contrast and Excitement(!), I managed to put the stupid plants in the pot backwards.
The mum is the closest to the street. The Blue Haze Evolvulus? The one that likes the full sun and the ground? It faces the porch. It has little to no chance of getting sun.
So much for best-laid plans.