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This enchanting scene, painted over a century ago by a gent named Ludwig Knauss, instantly leaves me feeling afflated to begin planning for planting and picking flowers, lots and lots of flowers …
Afflated (uh-FLEY-tid): having inspiration; inspired
What flower afflated you to start dreaming of spring?
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?
Please do not disturb.
Cats know comfort, don’t they? I mean, who doesn’t love to apricate this time of year? The warmth of the sun in winter is worth more than gold.
Now, as if you hadn’t guessed already, apricate means “to bask in the sun.”
Back to basking I go. We’ve had unseasonably sunny days lately.