Word Nerd: Springtime
With rowdy robins cheeruping all over the yard and bright green daffodils points bravely peeping up through the soil my vocabulary is attuned to springtime words.
nidificate: to build a nest–I’m seeing either last year’s nests populating the border hedge or there are some really early birds getting into that springtime feeling
kilig: a feeling of exhilaration or elation–that most excellent sense of “aah, yes” when the sun pops out and it is warm enough to sit outside and read and doze and doze and read.
wakerife: wakeful or unable to sleep–um, that would be related to DST…
psithurism: a whispering sound, as of wind among leaves–although lately it’s been more of a shout with wind gusts of 20 mph.
tootle: to move or proceed in a leisurely way–late afternoon walk around the block once the sun breaks through those cloudy skies.
sibylline: mysterious; cryptic–just how do the robins know when to return?
bagatelle: something of little value or importance; a trifle–my attitude towards housework when deciding to clean or read a book outside.
inveterate: settled or confirmed in a habit, practice, feeling, or the like–it is indeed my habit to spend as much time as possible once the snow vacates the yard and the temperature is edging towards the upper end of the forties.
When it is considered spring for you? And what word best describes your thoughts on this welcome season?
Pam Webb 
My wife is an inveterate nidificator, but I’d never tell her that.
But that means she’s creating a cozy home, right?
More than half of these were completely new to me. Thanks!
They were me to me as well!
The only one I knew was inveterate. I usually score a little higher than that on your vocabulary posts.
That’s okay, Pete. I often forget the words once I post them.
Well, I’m busy thinking how I’m going to us psithurism in casual conversation. Spring? The simple word of hope contains the full essence of Spring for me.
That would be a tough one to work in without sounding either like a frustrated poet or an uber educated weather reporter.
With the sudden unseasonab
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I’m trying again and hope the WordPress gnomes stay away. After our local mourning doves strangely disappeared (they usually grace us with their presence and distinctive calls throughout the year), we are delighted to see and hear them again. I hope they enjoy the treats we put out for them and choose to nidificate nearby; we have a nice spot for a nest or two or three. (Maybe they won’t be put off by the presence of raccoons and an occasional stray cat.) Now to decide if it’s safe to move some of my indoor garden outside…
I put out my Adirondack chair but not my hammock. Still too wet.
I like your words, especially ‘tootle’. Great photos, and I’d guess the nests are old ones that you never see when the leaves bloom.
I wonder if the birds recycle them?
Good question!
I shall peek and report.