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We stand stately and beautifully along the
front lawn of a gentle lady who loves flowers.
Our biggest dream is that we will grow and be like her.
She's kind and giving, and her life greets you with a smile.

JERRY used to lean against the front roof of her house, and
Miss gentle lady thought to cut him down, but I begged her to
spare my brother, and she consented for now. The other three of
us are growing at an angle across her lawn. TERRY is the oldest
and largest of the four of us, and his arms are beginning to
lean over the road. MISS PARKER didn't like it. So, she decided
to prune or cut back all of us, but especially JERRY and TERRY.

In a few short weeks, we, including LARRY, our youngest brother,
will all be in bloom and shall paint up her lawn and property with
colors of delight to MISS PARKER's delight. CRAPE MERTLES are we,
as happy as can be. There is a young pecan tree growing slowly along
the driveway and a few beautiful rose bushes scattered across the lawn.

Having been here for some time, we love it here in spite of the heavy
and continuous rains, storms, and whispering winds. We would agree
that both cactus and apple blossoms are great to behold, but if I, BARRY,
might say so myself, 'when the grass is ever so green, and the Spring air
is clean as clean can be, 'There's none like us'.

022123PSCtest, In Bloom. Joseph May

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