Olivia and I are in a haunted hotel in Natchez, Mississippi. The player piano sits quiet. On the trees outside, a tiny white flower blooms, smells (she said) like just-washed hair; neither of us know enough about plants to identify it.
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how about a photo...you know your brother is teaching a course on forensic botany as we speak...
Hmmm...well they're really small and white. Almost like Queen Anne's lace but not so big. I might guess it was jasmine but that seems like guessing all the BIG white ones are magnolias.
My brother, you're a genius, but where does this leave you with mystery!?! Andrea dear, Livs and I are sucking the marrow out of spring break. Wish you were here!
6 comments:
how about a photo...you know your brother is teaching a course on forensic botany as we speak...
Hmmm...well they're really small and white. Almost like Queen Anne's lace but not so big. I might guess it was jasmine but that seems like guessing all the BIG white ones are magnolias.
could be a Magnolia loebneri... citrus-like fragrance and...oddly enough, one variety (Magnolia grandiflora)is the state flower of Mississippi
Why are you and Olivia in Mississippi? And why aren't I there with you?
My brother, you're a genius, but where does this leave you with mystery!?! Andrea dear, Livs and I are sucking the marrow out of spring break. Wish you were here!
As Dr. Peter Venkman so eloquently put it: "Back off, man. I'm a scientist."
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