Where will Scrabble lead me?

To the garden of multiple vowels where fellow pedants stroll? A womb is a room I am willing to stretch to uterus but uteri. I don't have latin roots; not even mandarin. Just scratching on the surface, when I was aghast to encounter the word "arenose", on the scrabble board. Compulsive as ever, I had to look it up and it is not in the dictionary. Well ancient learning came to my aid and I remember a sugar, mannose, and became more disposed to it. No not right, the thicker dictionary gave the meaning of "arenose" as sandy. That's the Romans for you.
Another Anglo-saxon word "whore" is pegged as "hetaira" in my Scrabble world, for when I am given too many vowels. Hetaira sounds elegant and is not run of the mill. Into this, could be addictive, online scrabbling I was able to put in "anaconda" which earned me an extra 50 points. A snake always up the ante.    

Hyperbole

On April 15 the temperature was up to 14 degrees C. The tundra is gone, at least around my place. April 22, Earth Day and there are noticeable attempts at dressing up:

Emerging Daffodils recall Wordsworth's lines, a little dated, the lines not the daffodils.

 On the low hills, the leafless branches of the hardwoods look like grey hairs among the tufts of green
from the conifers. Grey and Green and temperate sunshine do not make April a cruel month.       

Post Winter

These two photos were taken on April 2, 2014. And they speak volume. We are limping into Spring.
Today, April 6, the cleared driveway and dirt paths are sucking wet but chickadees are flitting around. Robins are hopping on the ground, though it is too early for earthworms to appear. The resident partridge showed her flock, in a flutter, of 6 young adults. They came through the winter. No, Roald Dahl we do not bait them with raisins. Dahl's books entertained the kids through winters such as this one. This March I was introduced to David Mitchell"s "Cloud Atlas"and am grateful to have read it and will visit it again. Another most compelling book is Chang-Rae Lee's "On such a Full Sea." Both  books carry a musicality; that's what I felt.  In the latter the plot is narrated on a symphony of words. " Cloud Atlas" feels more akin to modern and contemporary music. Both books are such treats. I do have a house to clean.