No eggs today, but it is Melody's Birthday, so that is something worth celebrating! Jody and I gave her a call while we were on the way home from lupper. She and Bruce were on the way to visit the girls, and there was talk of a bon fire. It seems in Connecticut it is cool enough for a bon fire. Interesting. We had an egg pile for breakfast, which included the two fresh eggs we collected over the last few days. I little darker yellow, and certainly smaller than the store bought eggs. But, happy to have them and excited to be having fresh eggs again soon. I am not sure of the logic of this, when you can get eggs at HEB for $1.39 for 18 eggs. There must be something wrong with my business plan.Tantivy -- Adverb. at a gallop. "Thus it came about that Denby and his man, riding tantivy to the rescue, met the raiders two miles down the trail." Francis Lynde, The Helpers, 1899
Did You Know? Tantivy is an adverb as well as a noun that refers to a rapid gallop. Although its precise origin isn't known, one theory has it that tantivy represents the sound of galloping horse's hooves. The noun does double duty as a word meaning "the blare of a trumpet or horn." This is probably due to confusion with tantara, a word for the sound of a trumpet that came about as an imitation of that sound. Both tantivy and tantara have been used in the context of fox hunts; in the heat of the chase, people may have jumbled the two.
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