[I need to open this post with a note to my sister-in-law, so excuse me for one second. Dana, if you read this post to Marye, just skip over all the parts that mention our having been on a two-wheeled vehicle, okay? Thanks.]
These days if I want a Sunday lunch with my spouse, my best bet is to invite myself onto the back of his BMW and head out of town. Continue reading
Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect trip to the Keys, do you suppose?
Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get…
The Nightstand Stack, Retrieved
pre cious adj. 1. of great price or value; costly 2. of great desirability; held in high esteem [precious rights] 3. beloved; dear 4. very fastidious, overrefined, or affected, as in behavior, language, etc. 5. very great [a precious liar]
–Webster’s New World Dictionary of the American Language
I’m afraid that unless I am talking about babies with fat cheeks and those arms with pale creases that make them look like dinner rolls, I am most likely to use the word precious in the fourth meaning listed above. I loathe preciousness with a fervor that makes me suspect it must be the chief fault in my own writing.
Be advised: this post has little if anything to do with gardening. I own less than half a dozen gardening books and only consult Garrett’s Texas Gardening the Natural Way in any event. Gardening books are not the problem.
The Fourth of July has come and gone, and summer is here for real.