POTD: Ominicity

POTD: OminicityOmnicity Maudlow, Montana 2014

Why use several words when you can make up a single new word like “omnicity” to mean the state of being ominous. Not only are the clouds a bit ominous, especially if you live in tornado country (which we don’t, although there is an occasional funnel here and there), but depending on how many old Westerns you’ve watched, that line of trees on the horizon might be mistaken for a tribe of Sioux warriors about to descend on you. (That last sentence is probably one of the worst sentences structurally that I’ve ever written and let stand. But as long as I’m making stuff up, I might as well invent some new grammar standards while I’m at it.)]]>

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POTD: Forget-Me-Not #2

POTD: Forget-Me-Not #2Forget-Me-Not #2 Bozeman, Montana 2014

Probably 25 years ago or so, when my parents were out visiting from Kansas one summer,  my mother got enamored with the forget-me-nots and said that if you put flowers in Ivory Soap Flakes it would dry them out nicely and also preserve the color. So we went into town and bought some and she poured them in a shoebox, added a bunch of forget-me-nots and took them home. I don’t know what she did with them, if anything, but a few years back (even before her dementia set in), when I mentioned that incident to her she didn’t remember doing that at all. It’s funny what little events we remember that others who were there do not. While my mother forgot all about the forget-me-nots, I didn’t and every June when they come out in profusion around here they still remind me of her. Especially today which would have been her 88th birthday.]]>

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