Hebdomadal Plus

My family grew corn, not greengages, but technically they were still pomologists, and the pigs we raised made quite an effluvia; we didn’t have chatelaines for our keys because our houses didn’t have locks, we weren’t feckless, just trusting; we didn’t add osmazomes to our food, it didn’t need anything false; no silk foulards adorned our heads, just well-seasoned caps; and there were no tocsins to let us know of incoming bad weather, you just hit the basement at the sight of swirling clouds, because even a wag knew that you didn’t joke around with a tornado.

Here are all of the Madame Bovary words to date. Don’t feel like you need to use them all, or put them in one sentence.
feckless
wag
foulard
chatelaines
greengages
osmazomes
effluvia
pomology
toscins

 

Don’t Let Phonics Fool You

tocsin – n.  a warning bell or alarm

Classical Usage:  At the big agricultural festival we hear, in between snippets of the conversation of Rodolphe and Emma, a portion of the councilor’s speech.  Here’s one of those bits, “Gone forever, gentlemen, are the days when civil discord drenched our streets with blood; when the landlord, the business man, nay, the worker, sank at night into a peaceful slumber trembling lest they be brutally awakened by the sound of inflammatory tocsins, . . .”

Classically Mad Usage: I’ve had a life-long hatred of tocsins, specifically the ones built into my bedside clock that supposedly do me a service by ringing while I’m still asleep.