When I set out to share a word for today (word of the day), I realized it would be more effective to show, really show you than to tell you. Just as well not to tell sometimes, you know? Some words are easier to explain by showing than telling. Everyone’s always telling, you know? Telling this. Telling that. Don’t you think that also sometimes? If you think so too, you know, you most likely do, so why don’t we just go ahead and go with that?
In case you’re beginning to wonder, and who in their right mind doesn’t wonder now and then? You should understand—please understand—I haven’t lost mine. Mind you, I don’t know though, do you really mind about my mind in particular or can you simply muster mind over matter? Ha, or does it even matter?
I’m simply attempting to exemplify the peculiar, very peculiar pathology of verbigeration (ver-bij-uh-REY-shuhn), in which one engages in the constant or obsessive repetition of meaningless words or phrases. Super meaningless words or phrases, like you know, I don’t know, know what I mean? Lots of unnecessary little words thrown in, sometimes every other word it seemingly seems. Like, really meaningless words or phrases, you know? Like, taking, like, forever ever to say almost nothing. Interestingly, “verbigeration” entered English in the late 1800s from the Latin verbigerāre, meaning “to chat, converse.” Chat or converse, or not chatty and then, you know, like wham bam, conversely chatty? What do you think about that, my little mockingbird? Mocking, mocking, mocking, but only maybe so so mocking, you know? Right?
Photo of a mockingbird by benjamint444 via Wikimedia Commons
Lavender. Lots and lots of lavender. What a beautiful picture this is. She is a future farmgirl to be sure.
Spring crocuses and other spring bulbs always get me going. I have ” forced” some of the smaller bulbs of the antique double shaggy daffodils called ” Rip Van Winkle” that I found at my farmette. I have them in crystal wine glasses in my windows and they are really starting to shoot up now. Not much longer till the blooms I hope.
Planning my flowering vines like Hyacinth bean and various morning glories to grow on the white picket fence by my herb garden keeps me afflated right now. I am more of a vegetable gardener but the flowering herbs will keep me happy again this year and I want to add to the lemon scented herb collection for sure.
Daffodils and little purple Crocus always inspire spring in me. Although down here in Florida, it is the azaleas that usher in the change of season. Our back yard is almost a sea of pinks and white. For some reasons, the freezes last week hit the front yard but not the back and so our azaleas are coming out. They are so pretty!
Perfect timing, as I am putting sticky notes on seed catalog pages…sweet peas, sunflowers, zinnias, nasturtiums, alyssum. It’s all about color and scent. Calendula, cosmos, bachelor buttons and sweet peas are the first flowers I grew as a little kid–I still love all of them.
Outside right now are pink pussywillows, helleborus, crocus and snowdrops. Seems much too early!
Linder benzoin, a type of spice bush (that a particular swallowtail butterfly calls home) was my favorite to take cuttings from and force early. It’s bloom is not unlike witch hazel and though kinda odd, gave hope that spring was not so far off. It was at my parent’s home. I planted one three years ago, and the first year the bunnies found it a delectable winter treat. It’s not growing very fast, so no cuttings, yet.
Dandelions…. Little white puffballs that I grab, close my eyes and make a wish while I blow the seeds everywhere. Hurry Spring, please come quickly.
Tulips, tulips and more tulips. When my daughter moved to Michigan, one of the first trips we did together was to Holland, MI!!! So beautiful and all I could do was stand and stare. She kept poking me and saying, “There’s more to see Mom!” Winter here in the Northeast has been brutal this year, and I am praying that my tulips survive and bloom when Spring arrives.