In my previous post
, I had a photograph of Violet lying down in a bed of pretty little blue flowers that covered her great-uncle's lawn. Which, by the way, was the first time we had ever put her down on the dirty ground outside. Before doing so, we had a moment akin to psyching oneself up to jump into a cold swimming pool (okay, okay, on the count of three put the baby down, okay, one, two... okay, let me catch my breath first...)
Anyway, neither I nor Sue nor any of her relatives knew what the flowers were. "Bluebells" was the best guess, but it didn't sound right, considering that the flowers weren't bell-shaped. Well, some knowledgeable people at the FLOWERS Flickr group
identified them as "squill". Probably "Siberian squill" (Scilla siberica
), to be exact.
I had never even heard the word "squill" before (have you?) but apparently, it's real
. Not that I'm surprised that there are flowers I've never heard of; identifying nature-type things such as flowers, trees, and birds is not at all my strong suit. But even though I can't identify a marigold or a zinnia, at least I've heard of them. This "squill" concept is entirely new to me, and yet there it is all over the darn place. Shows how much I know.
In other news, today is my last day at work before I go on twelve glorious weeks of paternity leave. It's unpaid leave, aside from my vacation time, which I have to use all of, so I'll have no vacation time when I come back at the end of July through the end of the year. But I still think it'll totally be worth it. After over twelve years here, I sorely need a break. A longer one than twelve weeks, really. Who knows, maybe that can be arranged...
Also, "squill" is a fun word to say. Squill squill squill...