You know, my parents grew up in SF, and I grew up on the peninsula, and I have always thought that the palm trees looked a little bit lost — as if they had taken a wrong turn somewhere. …That’s the tall skinny ones.
Now, the big thick barrel-trunked ones, they seem right at home with the tree ferns and (barren) banana trees. About a billion different creatures live in them. I love them.
I just wish some of the date palms would bear viable fruit. I would be in heaven!