Light Heart




This week's dictionary is my dear old friend, the Heinemann English, which I received as a study aid in the year 1981. After Skeat's 1894 this seems rather modern, but Skeat has only been on my shelf for 10 years or so: Heinemann has 33 years of shared history. I can't remember when it lost the front cover. One day I will do some binding repairs, and I will keep it organic because I might take this one to my grave. And the first word it gives me is light-hearted adjective: while outside the sun is shining, the birds in full voice, the air has a feeling in it, a vibrant buzz, like someone has tapped the side of a cosmic crystal with a spoon of heavenly metal. Light-hearted has a Word Family; light-heartedly, adverb, light-heartedness, noun; such a lovely concept. Sun floods the moor tops: I have an urge to wander out to Feather Tor today, floating some floral print on a fine breeze. Back from the walk I will buy an ice cream from the little van, sit in the car with the windows wound down while a muddied Dog lolls and the crowbirds hop.
Later this day: I did go to Feather Tor, wrapped in thermals and woollen hat (to help shift an earache) and ate an ice cream whilst walking, slowly, gazing at ponies. 



Comments

Suze said…
What a beautiful life!
14 April 2014 at 22:06
Sue McPeak said…
Good for you for putting to rest the nonsense 'You can't take it with you'. I laughed at your taking the 33 year old reference book to the grave. Good for you as well, for your light-heartedness in the afternoon at Feather Tor floating some floral print on the fine breeze...love that!
Sue at CollectInTexas Gal
14 April 2014 at 23:51
Geo. said…
Especially like the pony picture. It's like they're creating a geometric gap in their line of shadows, upon which a fourth pony will appear. Something in the observer always expects magic, I guess.
15 April 2014 at 07:36
Lisa Southard said…
I am a teensy bit blessed eh?
If one of the children/grandchildren takes a shine to the dictionary then maybe I will go to ground without it (or into the viking funeral pyre, or weighted to the ocean floor) but that's for the future to reveal (much later, I hope!)
Dagnabbit Geo- later there were FOUR PONIES!! Which must be how they successfully reproduce in such an exposed environment...
15 April 2014 at 22:49
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