Summer Wine and Word Savor

‘Words have personality.’

Or words to that effect. So said a famous wordsmith named Willard R. Espy, who wrote a great deal of delightful stuff about words, and remains highly unquoted.

51b1dqao1gl._sx361_bo1,204,203,200_One word that definitely has personality is caper, which is today’s word suggestion from the good folks at WP.

I wouldn’t call myself a word expert, by any means, (terms like uvular fricative make my brain hurt) but I do love to savor a word curiosity now and then. And just like a good wine, there are certain pairings that are immediately suggested by the palate. Like a good pinot and soft goat cheese, or a full-flavored port with a dark chocolate truffle.

So therefore, with caper (though it is also a pungent little berry that goes well with seafood and a crisp, chilled chardonnay) we have a word that suggests, inevitably, frolic.

You could even pair the two as frolicsome caper, and further suggest the word antics, and at the risk of sounding octogenarian, cavort.  This brings me to my red squirrels, which, quite unfortunately, were drunk this morning on summer wine, and doing all of the above.

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Summer wine not only goes well with capers, it causes them (the cavorting sort). The wine referred to here is what we like to call the Morello cherries from our tree that have fallen to the ground, now sweetly fermenting. They grow too high for us to actually make them useful for human consumption, but the squirrels and birds are having entirely too much fun up there in the back corner of the yard.

Gambol and tumble are good side dishes, as it were. If fact, if you look up ‘gambol’, you will find the following synonyms:

‘frolic, frisk, cavort, caper, skip, dance, romp, prance, leap, hop, jump, spring, bound, bounce; play; (dated, sport)’

To which I might add “see: tippling“.

All of those definitions sound quite athletic, even for a squirrel drunk on Morello cherries, so occasionally one tumbles down the rockery and causes concern.

So far I have witnessed no injuries, and the merriment continues.

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As you can see from the picture below, the lawn is slightly elevated from the patio, giving a stage-like appearance, which the squirrels use to good effect.

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(this beautiful quilt made by a dear friend)

Other than that, the garden is (usually) a peaceful place for reading. Perhaps even sipping a bit of Morello summer wine, if the squirrels will share.

 

Lists To Dream On

IMG_3376What to read next? New lists forming daily as I unpack my library and rediscover old ‘friends’…in the meantime, a poem that lists several of my to-be-read, or currently being read; all books having to do with the cooling atmosphere of water, rivers, or bridges. (It seemed like a good summertime theme!)

Reading
Quiet pools
warm words lapping
Sound of turning pages
sticky with sand
of seaside Sanditon
dappled, light-strewn
amber beaded
with the sparkle
of Jane

By Homer’s amplitude
we Odyssey
with mighty ones
For journeying
on the wine dark sea
“is the thing”
that maddens
While we search
for friends worth dying for

Frenchman’s Creek
shall you lure me
to your quiet shoals
insistent on romance?
Stay your swashbuckled
wandering feet
Free your thoughts
To pirate instead
amongst the stars
Boldly you pillage
Sweet contentment

Captured heart!
lovely oh lovely web
of gauze-like frailty

To The Lighthouse we go
There are words enough
for connoisseurs
and dabblers alike
Grooming my middlebrows
I’ll smile as Virginia
once smiled

What mind next allures me?
Shall we seed these books
In lists cascading  
Layered in waterfalls
Of refreshment
Or shall they be stacked
To suggest
some dreaming spires
of Barchester Towers?

I don’t know
It shall play out
that’s the beauty of it
For you or I
The learning comes easy
In Sweet and Twenties
and summer days
For Still Glides the Stream
When words pool deliciously
In dreamy rivulets
Reading