Looking for Fisher-opsis
Daddy is walking the twins and the dogs in the morning while living in this rental house. So, the kids get a lesson in flowers and flower names every day: bouganvillea (Papa hates it), hibiscus (Daddy loves it), lantana (that’s a funny name), bearded iris (purple with a gold eye), sweet broom (can you sweep with it), jasmine (smells so pretty), on and on…
D: Guys, you know this one!
C: Daddy doesn’t like geraniums.
D: Does Papa?
D: Why not?
F (slowly): Because…they…are…overrated.
D: That’s right, so overrated. I mean, really, guys, just look at that sad geranium compared to, say, those hydrangeas over there or those…
C (pointing and smiling): Daddy, look!
D (looking): Oh, that’s that special flower, right? (Pause.) What’s that flower called again, I forget…
C (shyly): Coreopsis.
D: That’s right! That’s your Cory-opsis.
F: I like coreopsis. (Pause.) But, Daddy, where is the Fisher-opsis?
D: Well, I don’t know, Fisher. It’s been a long day since I’ve seen some Fisher-opsis. That’s the rarest of flowers, you know. Rare…and beautiful and powerful.
F: What color is it?
D (orange is Fisher’s favorite color): Anaranjado, of course. An orange so deep, you have to say it in Spanish when you see it.
F: Can you just show me some Fisher-opsis sometime?
D: If we come across some, Fisher, Ima gonna point it out to you.
F (smiling): Thank you, Daddy!
We’ve been looking for Fisher-opsis ever since.