to fill or inflame with love (usually used in the passive and followed by of or sometimes with): to be enamored of a certain lady; a brilliant woman with whom he became enamored. 2. to charm or captivate.

If I were talking about a person — a real, live one and not a screen-idol or a character in a book — I would never use “enamored” to describe the relationship. To me, enamored means “fascinated” or maybe “entranced” by something. Not necessarily someone, either.

I can easily be enamored by things, like a camera, a  lens, a fast car. Even by something I use in the kitchen and occasionally, by food preparation itself.

I can become enamored by a location. A river, a dam. The pond where the swans live or how the mist lays heavy on the beach as the sun rises. When I had a sports car (oh, too briefly!), I was totally smitten by its ability to accelerate from zero to whoopee in nanoseconds. It actually made my heart pound when it took off, almost in flight.

Of what am I currently enamored?

My new door, unpainted though it remains — so far. We had a friend in town all last week, and doctor appointments all this week. I’m just hoping the rain holds off for a while. I’m also enamored of the 3-inch latex topper I bought for our bed that takes our old mattress and makes it feel brand new.

And I’m most particularly enamored by the light of the sun as it changes from the dark yellow of August, to the amber of September and through November.

I am always enamored of Autumn!

Author: Marilyn Armstrong

Writer, photography, blogger. Previously, technical writer. I am retired and delighted to be so. May I live long and write frequently.

22 thoughts on “ENAMORED AIN’T JUST LOVE”

  1. I am glad that you are being so enamoured at the moment. There are days when we can get really enamoured about what it happening and when I think of it, I need a few of those days now. But we can always share the enamoures of the others and I am so glad that your door is now taking shape. It’s raining here, but I am glad. It is an enamouring rain that we badly needed.

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        1. I’ve come to recognize that these guys don’t mean anything by it. They’re doctors. “Old” is a medical term for “definitely, positively NOT young.” He was trying to explain why losing weight was not happening because well, the body doesn’t burn much at this point. He’s a nice guy, really. But, yeah, young.

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          1. I think they could be a little more diplomatic. I mean after all, we aren’t pretending to be any younger than what we are. We know we are getting old – tell us something we don’t know. Whatever happened to bedside manner?


                1. I’m pretty sure they have no idea what that means. Most young doctors have little understanding of old people unless they have spent considerable time with elderly relatives. So mostly, they don’t get us, even when they try very hard.

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  2. The door looks great – even just plain old white! 🙂

    Your water looks so beautifully CLEAN (blue in parts). Around where i live we have a lot of high salt runoff and many of our waterfalls and creeks have a dark brown tinge to them!

    We make up for it with our ocean though! 😉



    1. We still have significant pollution in the river. It’s better because we have fish again and they let people kayak and canoe in it, but not swim. There are some tributaries that are safe for swimming, but this was one of the worlds MOST polluted rivers in the mid 1970s and though it has come a long way, it still has a ways to go. Salt backwash is normal. It’s the hazardous poisons that aren’t.


    1. It’s a beautiful river. They’ve been removing dams where they can, but unfortunately, wherever you see a dam, there was a mill or factory there and the earth that supports the dam is lethally poisonous. They don’t dare take down the dam because it would release all that poison into the water. So, of the 46 original dams, I think they taken down 5 or 6, but the rest may have to stay in place because of the depth of the buried poisons. It was a LOT of poison … and 150 years of poisons.


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