The Mystic Garden was a hexagonal atrium building, its glass walls and roof welcoming the evening’s bright, enchanting horizon. It was three thousand square feet of begonias, cacti, azaleas, crocuses, unusual tangerine-colored tulips, birds-of-paradise, brilliantly-hued orchids, tea roses, hibiscus, daisies, sunflowers, pansies, and many different ferns, among other plants that delighted brides and grooms, botanists, green thumbs, and househusbands. Plants and flowers sprawled throughout the shop, offering a mix of zesty, sweet, and refreshing aromas.
Lee Baker was dressed in his usual uniform: straw sunhat the size of China, green-and-white floral gloves, charcoal black horn-rimmed glasses perched on the end of his nose, wooden clogs direct from Holland, and a rose-patterned apron that r
