by Vera and Bill Cleaver
The mimosa tree in the title never exists. Ashamed to admit to her blind father that the view from their small apartment window only has blank walls and a trash-filled alley, his daughter makes up a landscape with trees and birds. Funny, in the only other book I read that featured a mimosa, the tree was also symbolic. It was The Help. In that case the tree was real, but constantly reminded one of the characters of her failings and created such bitterness that she tried to chop it down (if I remember correctly).
This book is written by the same authors as Where the Lilies Bloom. I like The Mimosa Tree a bit better.
Rating: 3/5 ........ 127 pages, 1970