The inarticulation of a fond father in an undemonstrative family setting is brought out admirably...

The hay was soon pitchforked onto the wagon.

As I listened to the words as they were coming out of my mouth, I realized that I sounded like Ozzy Osborne after three brimfuls of Merlot and a handful of Vicodin .

The air was soft and warm, and fraught with that peculiar sweetness which tells that the serynga (our English orange-flower) has expanded, and that the lilacs are in full blossom.