I’ve always loved the power of words and the ability of a writer to masterly compose a sentence that leaves you swimming in the depths of the powerful emotions they evoke.
I don’t have any such sentences like that for you, but I do have a few words and phrases that have been bandied about. I thought it might have just been a puppy phase, but now I’m beginning to accept that Harper is a Nervous Nelly and has to cautiously approach life. She’s not happy with the horse comparison or turkeys in the backyard, but
the bunnies these days are not frightened of anything and enjoy dining companions.
Last week there was a debate about the proper word to describe my attitude and after eliminating malaise, depression and moody, it was decided melancholy was the word of the week.
I wasn’t sure what would lighten the melancholy mood, but surprisingly it was a word often used by my mother and shared by my grandparents from the old country that had my mother and I laughing when I told her that Baby Yoda, while wearing her babushka, went for a swim after falling off the kayak.