On Calle Juan Uslar in Urbanizacion La Viña, in Valencia, in Venezuela, there was a house. In front of the house was a low stone wall, where lizards liked to hide, and a short lawn with clumps of thick grass. On that lawn were two trees, young trees, their branches rising like fingers and fanning out like water. The leaves were fronds. The flowers, like half moons, were tendrils in pink and white. When I was young, I sat in those trees. Tonight I just want to know their name so I can find a picture and look at them again.