It wasn’t a treasure hunt we were on, you said after reading my account.
It seems the apparent quarry was incidental, a trick of my imagination – and of my poor memory for dialogue.
What were we looking for then? I asked.
Whatever happened to be there, you said.
And anyway, what we found, those flowers – I already knew they were there.
But. Now I’m no longer positive about my identification. I just don’t know whether they fall within the acceptable bounds of variation for the species.
So, no hunt!
