verge (vʉrj)
the edge, brink, or margin (of something): also used figuratively the verge of the forest, on the verge of hysteria

to tend or incline (to or toward)
to be in the process of change or transition into something else; pass gradually (into) dawn verging into daylight

Sunday, December 5, 2010


This is one serious diva.  She lives at the flower shop in town.  She loves to sprawl among the petals and ivy, looking very lovely, and very Rubenesque.  I go there just to see her.  She graces the shop as if it grew up around her.  Quietly dignified, her presence is enormous.  She floats about, overseeing the entire operation while ever-so-elegantly greeting her guests.  She has a very solid handshake and like any stylish diva, beautifully manicured nails on four silky paws. Lovely and understated. Poised. Savvy. Delicious. Several women work for her, all busy arranging vases and cuttings, tying wreaths and wrapping bouquets.  All she has to do is look at them--a single glance--and they acknowledge her command.  It all happens very quietly.  Such a good, good manager.

Getting in and out of the shop presents the opportunity to engage directly with her. This is an important  part of her business strategy.  You see, she lounges right at the door.  Though somewhat problematic for the uninitiated, in order to get in or out of the shop it is necessary to gaze at her longingly.  Accolades help.  Exaltations help some more.  Noticing her gorgeous brown eyes and fine sturdy tail finally will earn you a long and approving gaze.  It will also gain you entrance into her shop, and as long as you have tossed her a little treat, she will step aside and bid you farewell as you leave.  But you'll be back.  And she knows it.

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