The smell of freshly baked bread transports you to your mom's kitchen. The salty scent of the sea returns you to a special vacation. The delicate fragrance of a rose reminds you of your first bouquet. These are all examples of how scents can bring the past to back to life. Our sense of smell is a unique link to memories, good or bad, pleasant or painful, happy or sad.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Quote of the Week
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. - Vladimir Nabokov
The smell of freshly baked bread transports you to your mom's kitchen. The salty scent of the sea returns you to a special vacation. The delicate fragrance of a rose reminds you of your first bouquet. These are all examples of how scents can bring the past to back to life. Our sense of smell is a unique link to memories, good or bad, pleasant or painful, happy or sad.
The smell of freshly baked bread transports you to your mom's kitchen. The salty scent of the sea returns you to a special vacation. The delicate fragrance of a rose reminds you of your first bouquet. These are all examples of how scents can bring the past to back to life. Our sense of smell is a unique link to memories, good or bad, pleasant or painful, happy or sad.
Friday, November 4, 2011
It's a Good Life
A few of my favorite shots to brighten
an otherwise dreary day.
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| I love my blankie |
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| Queen Sophie |
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| A sunny spot |
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| Three's Company |
Have a great weekend!
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Write From The Heart
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| Photo courtesy of Magpie Tales |
“Just because I wrote a few short stories and dabbled a bit in poetry over the years, I suddenly thought I could write the next great novel?” Never mind that her friends had been reading her stories for years and encouraging her to write more and longer pieces. You’ve got the knack. You’ve got talent. You can do this!"
“Ha! What do they know? No, that’s not fair. They were probably just being nice, and who knows maybe they really enjoyed my scribblings but that doesn’t mean I’ve got any real talent."
While she was ranting to herself about her inability to put any coherent words down on paper, she glanced at a magazine lying on the table and saw a quote by someone whose name she didn’t recognize. It said “Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self” by Cyril Connolly.
That struck a chord with Janet. "Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me. I have been so worked up about trying to find the right plot, and the right storyline. What do people want to read?"
"Yeah, that counts for something, but it’s not everything. For a story to be good, you need to put yourself into it."
Finally! She put her pen and paper aside, and turned to her keyboard and began to write. This time from the heart.
Written for Magpie Tales.
Written for Magpie Tales.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Quote of the Week
Friday, October 28, 2011
Happy Halloween
| Image source: Joelk75 |
When I was growing up, we walked around our little neighborhood which had all of four streets. There weren't even any street lights back then. As the sun was setting, the neighborhood kids, decked out in dime store costumes, took to the streets toting their bags or plastic jack-o-lanterns hoping for the "good" candy. Yeah, baby, I'm talking CHOCOLATE!
The pictures below shows the bag (front and back) that my Mom painted for me one Halloween. Did I mention that she was creative and talented? This bag is one of my treasures.
Who wouldn't want a custom made, hand painted Halloween treat bag?
Fast forward to adulthood, and living on a busy road that isn't suitable for trick or treaters. Upside? I get to eat ALL the candy.
Now we come to my artistic talents. I painted some treat bags a few years ago when Ashley's kids were here. Below we have a witch with some bats and a ghost. Scary, huh?
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| Boo! |
And here we have a very spooky tree, a full moon and a black cat - all essentials for Halloween.
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| Mrrrooowww! |
I'd love to hear about your Halloween memories.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Faces of the Sea
I sailed a sea of green
A more gorgeous sunrise
My eyes have never seen
Once upon a night so dark
The sea now ebony
And that perfect sunrise
Is just a memory
Written for dVerse poetry
Monday, October 24, 2011
Quote of the Week
Friday, October 21, 2011
All About 60 (in 55 words)
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| Image Source: Herkie |
There are 60 months in 5 years.
There are 60 inches in 5 feet.
There are 60 minutes in an hour.
There are 60 seconds in a minute.
60 years - known as the diamond wedding anniversary.
A mile is 5,280 feet and is divisible by 60.
60 years is also known as three score.
Zero to 60 is an automotive standard of performance.
Gone in 60 seconds.
There are 60 inches in 5 feet.
There are 60 minutes in an hour.
There are 60 seconds in a minute.
60 years - known as the diamond wedding anniversary.
A mile is 5,280 feet and is divisible by 60.
60 years is also known as three score.
Zero to 60 is an automotive standard of performance.
Gone in 60 seconds.
This was written for Friday Flash 55.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Nursery Rhyme Redo: Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater
Had a wife who was a cheater
He caught her in a big fat lie
And baked her in a pumpkin pie
Posted for dVerse Poetry.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Quote of the Week
Visualize this thing you want. See it, feel it, believe in it. Make your mental blueprint and begin.
- Robert Collier
You may tell yourself, "I can't do that". You see many times we are our own biggest road block. What if no one likes my work? Does it matter? Who are you really trying to please? Answer these questions and then do what makes you happy!
Friday, October 14, 2011
The Wedding Planner Blues
| Image Source: pinkangelbabe |
Written for Friday Flash 55.
Disclaimer: I am not a wedding planner and this is totally fictional.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Quote of the Week
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.- Leonardo da Vinci
A friend of mine said we finger paint with our words. It's true! Words paint pictures and pictures tell stories. Each unique on its own, yet intertwining to create great beauty.
Friday, October 7, 2011
The Bubble Bug - Identity Revealed
UPDATE: Last year I posted a picture of a bug I spotted while walking at Salem Lake. I'd never seen one like it before, and thought it looked like a bug in a bubble.
While looking up another critter from the insect world, I recognized this as my bubble bug.
Mystery solved. It seems the little guy is called a Tortoise Beetle. While the markings on my beetle aren't identical to the one I found online, tortoise beetles come in many other colors and patterns.
Varieties of the tortoise beetle are found throughout the world. They are common, and apparently harmless to people. Agriculturally considered a minor pest, they can attack foliage but rarely cause significant crop damage.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
The Deer Roam Free
My husband's brother and family live in a small town a few miles from us. Their property backs up to a large park, so this is a normal sight in their yard.
When we were leaving a few nights ago, there were two deer in the yard just past the driveway, two more in the yard across the street, and we spotted several more as we left the neighborhood.
The deer roam free
In our town
Beware the deer
At sundown
When darkness falls
And shadows flee
In our town
The deer roam free
Fortunately, they also come out during the afternoons for photo ops. Hubby got this with his cell phone. The deer rarely make an appearance like this when I'm there with my camera.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Quote of the Week
| Image source: Wikipedia |
-Thomas A. Edison
As a scientist, inventor and businessman, Edison is responsible for over one thousand U.S. patents. Home schooled by his mother, his work advanced communication, the motion picture camera, the light bulb and the concept of mass production.
Imagine if he had said "I can't do that" in his process of invention. We may not be famous inventors, but we are all capable of amazing things. Just say "Yes, I can!"
Friday, September 30, 2011
A Wine Weekend
Ten people in five cars visit seven wineries in three days. Rain, fog, misty clouds hung low made for slow go round and round the mountain.
A blast that passed too fast.
Good food set the mood for our eclectic brood.
Good friends and good wine equals good times.
Cheers to all wine lovers everywhere.
Written for Friday Flash 55.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Mountain View
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| Afton Mountain Vineyards |
Mountainous backdrop
Layered behind the vineyard
Like smokey shadows
Written for dVerse poetry.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Quote of the Week
Friday, September 23, 2011
Moving Day
Written for Friday Flash 55.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Nursery Rhyme Redo: Jack and Jill
| Image Source: Wikipedia |
Jack and Jill took some pills
They got from their drug dealer
Jack fell down upon the ground
And Jill called an herbal healer
They got from their drug dealer
Jack fell down upon the ground
And Jill called an herbal healer
Posted for dverse poetry.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Second Anniversary: Meet and Greet
Another year has rolled around, and tomorrow Roses to Rainbows celebrates its second anniversary in the blogosphere. Last year I listed for you the things I had learned during my first year of blogging, and introduced you to some of the people I had met.
This year I would like you to introduce yourselves to me. I would like to meet those of you who pop in and leave without a trace. This is not the FBI, but you are all on my most wanted list.
So whether you drop in regularly or this is your first visit, please look around and make yourself at home. There's a pot of coffee on for you morning folks, and a glass of wine for the evening crowd. Don't be shy now - you are among friends here.
You are all important to me. I want to thank the regular R2R crowd for sticking with me, and invite everyone else to join in the fun.
Cheers, everyone!
The Quote of the Week will return next Monday.
The Quote of the Week will return next Monday.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Signs of the Season
This little leaf caught on the remnants of a spider web, danced for me in the breeze.
The Tulip Poplar is the first to release her leaves.
Pretty red Dogwood seeds will feed the birds this winter.
Sunlight plays on these bushes turning them golden.
Mother Nature highlighted these leaves on an otherwise green tree.
Written for Friday Flash 55.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Pennsylvania Part 2: Ephrata
Yay! We finally made it to Ephrata. My best friend, Ashley, and her family moved here last Spring. Having had some time to adjust, they have decided that they love the area. The schools, parks, shopping and the library are close to their house.
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| Ephrata Borough, Lancaster Co., PA |
As you can see, it is a quaint town that make you feel like you have stepped back in time, and when you see the horses and buggies of the Amish you may think you have. This was taken at the local Walmart.
This year was exceptionally hot with days of triple digit heat indexes. Like many areas in the northern part of the country, very few homes have central air. But winter is coming, and the boys are looking forward to the snow. They have already located a good hill for sledding/snow boarding.
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| Main Street in Ephrata |
There is a nice park just blocks away from Ashley's house with a large picnic shelter, playground, a walking path along the creek, and plenty of benches to sit and watch the kids play or just relax with nature.
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| A park within walking distance |
When you have kids, knowing where all the parks and playgrounds are becomes important. This park has a ball field, playground, and walking paths, one of which leads to this pretty lake. It was late afternoon, and the sun was playing off the trees and their reflections in the water.

Just a few miles down the road from Ephrata is another small town called Lititz. It was a nice day to stroll up and down Main Street and visit the Wilbur Chocolate Company. From the moment you step inside your senses are assaulted with the fragrance of chocolate. They sell a huge variety of chocolaty treats, which are made upstairs above the shop.
There is a natural spring in Lititz Springs Park. It flows into a pool and then down a shallow "stream" with stacked rock walls on either side. It is filled with ducks, coming and going. It looks like a lazy river ride - ducks just walk over to the edge and plop in.
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| A lazy river for ducks! |
Here is a short video of the ducks swimming up and/or downstream.
This is a natural spring and the water is quite cold, and very clear. When I looked into the spring where the water was still, I actually couldn't tell there was water there.
This tells more about the history of the spring and the park.
Here is the lion guarding the spring. I believe the original lion was carved into the rock below, but has worn away over time.
On another day, we visited Ephrata's Green Dragon. The Green Dragon is a farmer's market and flea market all rolled into one. There are many vendors including the Amish. You can find just about anything there from fresh baked goods, fresh fruits and vegetables, meats and cheeses to clothing, sunglasses, household goods and too much more to list. People come from miles around to shop here, and it only operates on Fridays.
| Image Source: The Green Dragon website |
Monday, September 12, 2011
Quote of the Week
Friday, September 9, 2011
Where Were You?
We all remember September 11, 2001 - the worst terrorist attack on American soil. As with all life changing events, it is natural to remember what was going at that instant in your life. No matter how mundane the task, it is cemented into your brain. This is how I remember it.
We were vacationing in Madeira Beach, FL, as we do most years. It was a beautiful morning with barely a cloud in the sky, and nothing to portend what was about to happen.
Hubs and I had gone to John's Pass to buy him some flip flops. We walked into the beach shop and as usual, there was a radio on. However, it wasn't blaring the usual Top 40, rock, rap, or whatever was the clerk's choice that day.
Instead what we heard was news. We heard words like "attack" and "World Trade Tower". "Is that real" we asked? A quiet 'yes' was the response.
Like everyone else we strained to hear every detail. Our country was under attack. There had been attacks on Americans before, but this was larger and more deadly than anything previously in my lifetime.
For me, stunned and shaken were understatements. Already there were three planes down, thousands of lives lost, and the landmark World Trade Towers lay in ruins. The terrorists used our planes as weapons against us. At that moment no one knew the full extent of the attack. Would there be more? The situation was frightening and there were questions on everyone's minds and concern on their lips.
Outside the skies were silent. It was an eerie sound. Yes, silence was an eerie sound that day. On any given day you would see planes coming and going over the Gulf, some pulling advertising banners, others carrying passengers far and wide. Instead of the roar of the jets and buzz of single engines, silence ensued. All planes were grounded.
We seldom watched TV on vacation but now the TV was nearly always on. It was heartbreaking to watch as we suffered with those who lost friends and family. We felt pride for New Yorkers, and for heroic citizens everywhere as they pulled together. The wave of fear that washed over our nation was quickly replaced with outrage.
This tragic event brought about much grief and suffering, but it also united a country against those determined to destroy us. Americans are strong. We won't be broken, and we won't back down.
We will always remember where we were that day. As a nation, it has been carved into the steel of our resolve.
We were vacationing in Madeira Beach, FL, as we do most years. It was a beautiful morning with barely a cloud in the sky, and nothing to portend what was about to happen.Hubs and I had gone to John's Pass to buy him some flip flops. We walked into the beach shop and as usual, there was a radio on. However, it wasn't blaring the usual Top 40, rock, rap, or whatever was the clerk's choice that day.
Instead what we heard was news. We heard words like "attack" and "World Trade Tower". "Is that real" we asked? A quiet 'yes' was the response.
Like everyone else we strained to hear every detail. Our country was under attack. There had been attacks on Americans before, but this was larger and more deadly than anything previously in my lifetime.
For me, stunned and shaken were understatements. Already there were three planes down, thousands of lives lost, and the landmark World Trade Towers lay in ruins. The terrorists used our planes as weapons against us. At that moment no one knew the full extent of the attack. Would there be more? The situation was frightening and there were questions on everyone's minds and concern on their lips.
Outside the skies were silent. It was an eerie sound. Yes, silence was an eerie sound that day. On any given day you would see planes coming and going over the Gulf, some pulling advertising banners, others carrying passengers far and wide. Instead of the roar of the jets and buzz of single engines, silence ensued. All planes were grounded.
We seldom watched TV on vacation but now the TV was nearly always on. It was heartbreaking to watch as we suffered with those who lost friends and family. We felt pride for New Yorkers, and for heroic citizens everywhere as they pulled together. The wave of fear that washed over our nation was quickly replaced with outrage.
This tragic event brought about much grief and suffering, but it also united a country against those determined to destroy us. Americans are strong. We won't be broken, and we won't back down.
We will always remember where we were that day. As a nation, it has been carved into the steel of our resolve.
Written for the Tribal Blogs 9/11 Tribute.
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