This occurs to me every time I'm listening to Belle & Sebastian: I love the phrase "herbacious border." It sounds simultaneously pompous and down-to-earth, conjuring up English estates and a grandmother's modest cottage garden. What's not to love?
More broadly, why don't we, as a society, make more of a conscious effort to use the word herbacious in everyday language?
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My apologies for the blizzard (my weather control device still has a few bugs in it) and the belated birthday wishes. Hope you had a good one despite the weather. No, scratch that, I hope you had an herbacious birthday!
Well, please work on that weather thing, because it really sucked.
Thanks, man. It's not one that will live on in the annals of fabulous, festive birthdays, and I could have done without wiping out while shoveling. But I had some nice wine and began working on a new story. I also chatted with friends and family (you cannot be munchin serenading), which always makes for a good day.
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