Starbucks Lavender Haze

My Dad knows the coffee industry. He might as well have called up a large company and said, "I'm buying us some Starbucks Lavender Haze." For a split-second, I thought he was going to buy a huge shipment of pure coffee. Maybe he could gift his very large dog with some aromatic scones he'd ordered?

Perhaps my Dad would have been able to drop lavender into the ground where he had grown up in a household that had neither dyes nor perfumes. Or could he have brought a fine tea from London or Southern France? Surely some of the major coffee houses had lavender as part of the offering! The instant that I saw his wild child imagination coming into focus, I recognized my callous assumption was unwarranted (at least for the sake of this story). The idea of creating magic was out of left field. That was for sure.

"Sweet, Sparky," my sister said, handing me a heavy copy of "Fire in the Water." "Mimi writes about people who wake in the morning, hear a breeze and smell it just like this."

I snagged the book and then stopped myself. What on earth was I about to read?

"It's called The Secret Almanac," I said to Mimi, holding up the book with my finger in the title. "I think you should look at it."

"Do you really think I'd let Mimi work with me?" Mimi queried, holding the book in front of her face with that crooked little index finger of hers.

"Darling, it's the finest book on metaphysics and all sorts of metaphysical crap you could ever imagine," Mimi said, giving the book back. "Go on up to my room and drink a glass of milk, it's gonna cost you a pound."

Which was fine with me. Too many people were about to share a bottle of coffee with me. I accepted, preferring my coffee spiked with vitamin V just in case something terrible happened. Mimi did not even comment.

She walked off, two paces away from the table, cup in hand.
"Wait!" I held the book out in front of her. "This book is on metaphysics."
Now she turned to me, her eyes wide. "You're kidding!"
"Absolutely not.