Have you ever heard the phrase “’til the cows come home?” I haven’t heard it in years (or even thought about it and now you are thinking if that is what’s on my mind, I have a very boring life indeed! And yes, I do.) Seems to me that we used to have and use more idioms than we do now but maybe the idioms have just changed and I am no longer “with it.”
When I was a kid, my parents would “drag” us up to Ellijay, Georgia every weekend. Drag was the word we used then, now going to Ellijay is a pleasure as it was for my parents back then. Ellijay is in the mountains of Georgia, a back woods kind of country. At least back then. Lots of family lore and land, dirt roads, barn cats, corn rows, snakes, grassy meadows, stinky hogs, swimming holes and cows. We would hear my great-uncle Glen calling his cows home each evening. That is a sound I would love to hear again.
This is an 8″x8″ watercolor with some white acrylic ink in the background. I was trying to make the cows pop. Can you imagine someone with limited knowledge of English wondering about why I wanted the cows to pop? Or any of the strange idioms we may use/used to use regularly? But don’t they make talking and listening much more enjoyable?