Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Last night I was reading The Food of a Younger Land when I came across the word forenoon:
Homer Field has been spending his usual forenoon on the steps of the general store, sunning himself, talking and whittling wood.
I don't believe I have ever seen or heard the word before. Why is that? Why isn't the word forenoon as commonplace as the word afternoon?
I love things like that. Makes me think.