Birds of Paradise, Mill Valley, California
In the Deep South, Daddy could get anything to grow, but he never had Birds of Paradise until we came to California. The first time a big display of them popped up in his new yard in Glendale, he made us all come look. He stood there grinning, and said, “Well! I never!” Each time I see a magnificent group like these, I say the same thing.
I wish I could have met your daddy. I hope you’ll share more of him with us here.
He would have enjoyed you. I do plan to share more excerpts from the book (while I edit down the manuscript to size) things that maybe won’t be in the final version, but I want to preserve them. This will be the place. Here and http://www.thegloryroad.com