Birds of paradise
July 29, 1987
Wherever I see them blossoming on tall stalks above long leaves, they are always up on tiptoe, craning their necks, looking wildly in all directions, startled, asking each other, What? Where?
Where?
Wherever I see them blossoming on tall stalks above long leaves, they are always up on tiptoe, craning their necks, looking wildly in all directions, startled, asking each other, What? Where?
Where?