It takes up a lot of room.
I never look at it.
No idea where I got it, how long I’ve had it.
But it’s about flowers so every time my hand reaches to pull it off a shelf and place it in a thrift-shop-bound box, it whispers but I’m about flowers… don’t you want to know about flowers… flowers of the world??
Sure. And so my hand goes back to minding its own business.
Until the next time.
Which is this time.
This time I take the thing off the shelf. I open it. And in between its massive pages are countless pressed leaves and wildflowers. They are countless because I haven’t bothered counting them. There are many. Every few pages, more. And they’re in lovely condition. I consider making greeting cards, then quickly come to my senses.
Some of the leaves look like marijuana. (I did say I’d had the book a long time.) But, nah, I’d have remembered that, right?? Oh. Wait.
I google pictures of marijuana leaves and I see that no, mine have only five ‘petals’ not seven and they’re not serrated. (Also no cheesie stains on the pages, so that concludes that bit of research.)
It’s possible that the book came with the pressed flowers already in it, given that it likely came from some second hand/thrift shoppy source. It’s possible this is the first time I’ve ever opened it and noticed them. So much is possible.
I consider keeping the book because of the dried flowers until it dawns on me that this is a stupid reason to keep a book whose only role all these years appears to have been to press flowers and questionable looking leaves.
In which case, mission accomplished.
And so, today, after a flip through its alphabetical pages, as I look for honeysuckle on a whim and can’t find it because it’s listed under ‘C’, then morning glory, also not findable under the letter you would expect to find it (who can live like this?), I realize that despite its pretty pictures and informative text and the backing of the Royal Horticultural Society, this book is not for me. Oh, I understand the point of naming things in Latin, but I still find it annoying.
Book (and herbaceous contents) thrift-shop-bound.
Feels good to be decisive.
6 thoughts on “big fat book of flowers: stay/go? (a process)”
Love this posting, but that’s nothing new!
Thanks, Diana. Books are hard! Even the ugly, giant, and ridiculous ones.
Your process sounds a bit like mine. You’re maybe a little more decisive than I am. And I love your cheesie-stain method of research.
I think the dried flowers actually helped, they looked so sad and claustrophobic, stuck in there for god knows how long. I like the idea of someone else finding them.
(glad you understand how sure-fire is that cheesie stain test)
I agree, naming things in Latin is extremely annoying but unlike you I don’t understand the need! Great post
haha! The Latin is meant to let you know what family the plant comes from. Which is dandy, right? But I’ve found that conversations that include Latin plant names are never the kind of conversations I want to have.