The botanical gardens were a real paradise of color.
Can't wait to go back again!
The fellow who bought it came and took it away on a flatbed towtruck. It was kind of sad to see it go with so many memories tied up with it. Maybe you have to be a "truck guy" to understand. But Mom understood. She wrote a little book called "Harold and the Big Green Truck" and gave it to me for my birthday one year. Maybe someday I'll have it published.