Evidently, this is my 400th post here. Historic? Nah. Just interesting.
This flower is known as the Hoary Pucoon. I didn't know it existed until yesterday, when the good Kathy, who is matching me day by day with interesting words, brought it to my attention. The name sounds like a Shakespearean insult, don't you think?
If you are looking for history, this was your guy today:
Triple Crowns are brutal affairs; the Derby and Preakness winners are often so tired by the time Belmont (the longest TC race) rolls around that they just can't go that distance. With one other-worldly exception.
Secretariat won the Belmont by thirty-one lengths. And was still pulling away at the end.
The perfect lead-in to today's Favorite Word.
Colt.
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2 comments:
He will always be my boy.
...and that makes me think of poltroon, which no horse ever will be.
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