And everything in between.  These white flowers grow on a deep green waxy-leafed shrub, perhaps star jasmine?  No, probably not; they have no scent and are rather sparse on the plant.  Some sort of privet?  Dunno.

But they fall among their fellows, making quite a pattern; the oldest are the deepest rusty orange, the recently felled are pale yellow.  A veritable graveyard of blooms.