Well, what little info there was online confirmed what I already knew. It just means tired, pooped, used up. My great grandfather, the best gardener/farmer that ever lived in Vermont, used the expression and many more like it. What's become of such descriptive language? Sort of like food, seeds, buildings, music and everything else in this consumer culture - it's watered down, lacking diversity, homogenized and downright unimaginative.
I guess one might hear it's usage in pockets of rural New England. So I'll do my bit and keep it alive.
In other news we've had about 5" of heavy snow thus far with a forecast I should be used to by now: wild, unpredictable, wet, and cold over the next few days - sheesh!
2 comments:
Greetings Randi,
I truly like your blog title, and agree that that we seem to be losing our language along with our heritage.
Know that you are not alone in thoughts of spring as I also shared in a fine dusting of snow today over in Idaho. Record cold tonight, or so they say.
One of my favorite poems is from a rural New England author.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
- Robert Frost
Mike
as I am unaccustomed to having anyone read much less leave a comment on my blog your kind words almost startled me...thanks so much
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