Nandina

My first recollections of nandina were of a scraggly, leggy specimen growing in poor soil.  I thought I didn't like nandina.  Later, however, when I began doing a paper route in an "old money" section of a large town, I saw some beautiful specimens of nandina whose rich red and green looked strikingly handsome against the white houses. 
My sister gave me a bit of her nandina, and it looks pretty by the northwest steps of my house.  I caught the last rays of evening sun shining on the berries yesterday.  I do like nandina.