It’s My Name!
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
I was always called Juniper or June Bug when I was a kid. Mostly Juniper. When I started school, the teacher tried to get a sense of what we knew, so one by one she sat next to us and wrote our names on a name card that would stay at the desk. She wrote June. The horror! I still remember!
"But, where is the rest of it? The iper part?"
"Well, June, J-U-N-E is what your mother wrote on the card she gave me, so that must be how you spell your name."
I was crushed. June? Come on! JUNE??? How bland is that? How ordinary? It's a doggone month for crying out loud! Sure, it's Mom's middle name, and Aunt Barbie's middle name, and my cousin Edith's middle name, and my cousin Rebecca's middle name... and it was cool for them, but I'm JUNIPER! Grandma said so! That's all she ever called me! Well, except for "Doll"... Grandpa called me Juniper too! They would never, ever lie to me!
I don't think I ever got over that day.
So, if anyone asks, I'm JUNIPER!
That's my story and I'm sticking to it! Doggone it!
A good hippie name
Juniper is a bush and a berry (makes your gin smell nice too), and Lea comes from a Middle English word for grassland or meadow or pasture... and my last name is an herb... Woodruff. Also Middle English for a Feudal forest dweller who would warn the king in advance should bad guys wander onto his land.
All natural... all herbal... smells nice... fiercely loyal and very grounded. Oh yeah. That's me.