I have long thought about naming a mythical future daughter Anneliese Lily. Or Lily Anneliese. I can’t decide which is better.
But the names are not accidential. In an alternate reality, I’m a Holocaust historian, and the famous Anne Frank was born Anneliese Marie Frank. And Lily? Asiatic lilies are amongst my favorite flowers, their delicate (yes) pinkness, their open blooms, the tall shafts of leafy goodness. They seem to embody an ethereal fragility, yet are amongst the hardiest flowers I know.
Which is perhaps a lot of symbology to weigh onto a still-mythical child.
But for the now, lilies, in their lush spindly prime.
