I’m a Magpie
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In May, it was all over Corona Heights. And so, every day for the last month or so, I’ve thought, “Next time I walk the dogs, I should really bring the camera and take a picture of that flower so that I can figure out what it is.” Because how can I have a favorite flower when I don’t even know its name? But I kept forgetting, and the flowers went by, until two days ago, when I could only find one in the entire park. Luckily, I had finally remembered the camera, so I got my picture. My aunt Carol and her husband have a talent for naming things. Unknown flowers get names like “brewer’s bladder,” or “temptress’s worry” and mystery birds fly away bearing names like “red-throated findly binches” or “twilby’s finches” or, well, you get the idea. Which is to say, I know I could invent a name for it, but then how could I find a common ground with my fellow flower-lovers? So, I’m turning to the wisdom of the internet: what on earth is that thing? |
I'm a librarian. Special skills include dog charming, brochure writing, slapdash cooking and long-winded nattering. I also enjoy watching the sunset's reflection in the tall buildings downtown.
For a while there, I taught classes on Classical literature, philosophy, and the history of religion at New College of California. I have an MA and an MFA in Writing, and live on a boat in Sausalito, CA.
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