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in reply to a message by Martha
I like it alright.
It's very Southern seeming to me. I don't know why. I can't even think of another name that seems as Southern. Magnolia? I don't mean Southern like redneck, or Southern like antebellum-stuffy ... just, from the South. Neutrally, or pleasantly.
It wouldn't even occur to me that anyone would confuse it with Kayla. Very different vibe.
I wouldn't say it's too modern, nor that it's flimsy. But it is a little bit whimsical. Like it's a garden-fairy name that suits a no-nonsense person. Kinda like Ivy but brighter.
- mirfak
It's very Southern seeming to me. I don't know why. I can't even think of another name that seems as Southern. Magnolia? I don't mean Southern like redneck, or Southern like antebellum-stuffy ... just, from the South. Neutrally, or pleasantly.
It wouldn't even occur to me that anyone would confuse it with Kayla. Very different vibe.
I wouldn't say it's too modern, nor that it's flimsy. But it is a little bit whimsical. Like it's a garden-fairy name that suits a no-nonsense person. Kinda like Ivy but brighter.
- mirfak
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Garden Fairy - Heritage!
Garden Fairy - I love it!
The silent sister veiled in white and blue
Between the yews, behind the garden god,
Whose flute is breathless, bent her head and signed but spoke no word
But the fountain sprang up and the bird sang down
Redeem the time, redeem the dream
The token of the word unheard, unspoken
Till the wind shake a thousand whispers from the yew
And after this our exile...
Blessed sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden,
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood (TS Eliot)
Garden Fairy - I love it!
The silent sister veiled in white and blue
Between the yews, behind the garden god,
Whose flute is breathless, bent her head and signed but spoke no word
But the fountain sprang up and the bird sang down
Redeem the time, redeem the dream
The token of the word unheard, unspoken
Till the wind shake a thousand whispers from the yew
And after this our exile...
Blessed sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden,
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood (TS Eliot)
This message was edited 6/24/2017, 2:48 AM
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