|Rosa 'Princess Alexandra of Kent' 7 August 2022|
Note that the date of my plant scan does not coincide with this blog's date. I had a few technical and emotional problems in June and July and I did not blog. I am filling up those holes.
If there is one part of the Adam and Eve Genesis story that still holds water in these questionable times it is the story that the supreme being gave the duo the task of naming living things.
To name comes from the Latin nomināre – to name.
Thus for soon-to-be parents the finding of a name is an important rite of passage. And so it was when our first daughter was born in Mexico City in 1968.
I am Jorge Alejandro but since I was a boy I was always called Alex and my hyper-English relatives called me Alexander (pronounced Ahlexahnder).
Rosemary, as soon as she found out that our first-born was to be a girl, decided on Alexandra and that we would call her Xandra. That never happened. As soon as we moved to Arboledas, Estado de México, everybody called her Ale (pronounced Aleh) and that has been her name ever since.
This did not stop my Rosemary from purchasing to lovely English Roses, One called Princess Alexandra of Kent and the other The Alexandra Rose.
Because my Rosemary was a proto-feminist,who told me that I should hem my jeans, sew on my buttons and fry my eggs, she wanted an epicene name for our second daughter. We chose Hilary even though it sounds terrible in Spanish, Hilaria! The idea that Rosemary had was that Hilary would impose on her name a strong dash of the woman she would be; which she is.