The Dutch Rush

They're Dutch and Life's a Rush

Doesn’t that just sound…important and exotic?  I keep seeing these cool palm trees around town.  But when I bring up the topic of Brazilian Wax Palm…well.  Eyes begin to roll and then possibly glaze over.  Even Michael, my enthusiastic Partner in Crime begins to yawn.  Or he starts to smile kindly at me which might be worse.  I haven’t decided yet.

But it turns out that it is just some sort of fan palm, not a Brazilian Wax Palm as it were.  Unfortunately, I have a bad habit of continuing to call something the wrong thing, just for fun.  Or because I like the way it sounds.  Some adults in my life who have OCD do not appreciate this phenomenon.  I guess that is not their idea of a good time.  But when you stay at home for a profession…with children… you have to make fun up as you go.

Last summer I finally got around to ordering my 887 page “Handbook of Nature Study”.  It’s a sturdy book.  In fact, it’s huge.  My Brother-in-law smirks at how large it is and how he would never read it. (He probably also secretly wonders if I’ve finally lost it, for good this time).  Back in 1911 when it was first published, people must have been more accustomed to carrying around 887 pages.  I would think lugging that book around would generally be frowned on these days.  But really, they don’t talk like this anymore.

” Out in this, God’s beautiful world, there is everything waiting to heal lacerated nerves, to strengthen tired muscles, to please and content the soul that is torn to shreds with duty and care.  To the teacher who turns to nature’s healing, nature-study in the school-room is not a trouble; it is a sweet, fresh breath of air blown across the heat of radiators and the noisome odor of overcrowded small humanity.  She who opens her eyes and her heart nature-ward even once a week finds nature-study in the schoolroom a delight and an abiding joy.  What does such a one find in her schoolroom instead of the terrors of discipline, the eternal watching and eternal nagging to keep the pupils quiet and at work?  She finds first of all companionship with her children; and second, she finds that without planning or going on a far voyage she has found health and strength”.   -Anna Botsford Comstock

Ahh, I even feel peaceful just reading that.

” Noisome odor of overcrowded small humanity…”  What a perfect line!  And yeah, far voyages can be quite overrated!  I get so inspired to GET OUTSIDE, and my kids are benefiting.  Because I say they are.  No, they are.  They think so too. 😉


On a side note, imagine my dismay to talk to the lady at Lowes this week and be told in no uncertain terms that what I am actually referring to is a Mexican Fan Palm.  So sad.  So disappointing.  I’m still getting over it.

One thought on “Brazilian Wax Palm

  1. Michael says:

    You crack me up. I love how quirky and not OCD you are….as a general rule, not in every situation :). Now I’ll have to buy you a Brazillian Wax Palm!

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