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With flowers and with women,
with absinthe and with fire,
we can divert ourselves a little,
acting our parts in the play.
Absinthe drunk on a winter evening,
lights up in green the smoky soul;
and the flowers on the darling one
exude perfume before the bright fire.
Charles Cros, 1842 – 1888
I don’t know the name of this flower. But I remember the name had something to do with the mailbag of a postman. Anyone have the name? Of course, what nature calls it is “Beautiful”.
We were on a little hike in Santa Fe, New Mexico. We were looking for raspberries. We found one. I ate it thinking there’d be more. It was the only one. But I found this little gem. She’s a beauty.