Not strictly an autobiography, but definitely autobiographical, is this dissertation on Sunnybank, the garden, the neighbors, friends, feathered and four-footed, the trials of increasing motorists, overwhelming affection for his acres and trees and anguish over their future, when he is gone, and so on. Two good dog stories included. And there's a sentimental appeal to all of Terhune's yarns, and unfailing appeal to a large, conservative public.