The salty, tangy scent of seaweed washed up on a rocky beach is not for everyone, but it smells like home to me.
All creatures great and small are soothed by lavender it seems
Belgian waffle smothered in Belgian dark chocolate…the smell alone has 300 calories!
I didn’t realize tulips had a fragrance until I was in a Dutch greenhouse filled with them.
Many would argue that a familiar smell can stir up more memories than the most vivid photograph. But since it is exceptionally difficult to collect fragrances as mementos of one’s travels, taking a photo whose subject captures the source of the scent can be the next best thing.
I want to be a writer, yet Henry David Thoreau's cautionary words echo in my brain: "How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live." Knowing I have promised to blog daily for the coming year, I am committed to living the next 365 days to the fullest by seizing new opportunities, making old routines less mundane, and immersing myself in the details of ordinary situations. Building these habits will be key to convincing myself that I can legitimately sit down to write a future bestseller!