Awhile back, I was in a Barnes & Noble, just browsing and I came across these really ingenious candles called the Library Collection. Each of the candles has its own unique fragrance and the name of the author that inspired it.
And that got me thinking…
How can we use the sense of smell more as writers and authors both for our readers and for ourselves?
I read this book recently and found it really inspiring! I love learning about the lives of the famous authors behind the stories I love. This book did a fabulous job of offering a look into some of the more well-known women authors.
When this season of autumn roles around, I always get hit by something I like to call “Awakening of the Memories”. Okay, it sounds nice, but it is just my really fancy term for a tender sense of nostalgia as the days get shorter and colder. 🙂 I always like to pull out some of my favorite children’s books around this time and peruse them. They are treasures to me that really remind me of the simpler times. I thought I would share some of my favorite children’s books to re-read in the autumn.
Little Woman
Set in New England during the Civil War, I read this story when I was younger and absolutely have never forgotten the beautiful, homey world of the March sisters.
Days shorten, autumn comes;
How do the trees know the difference?
Do they feel it in their roots,
in their bark, in their leaves?
Even as they fall asleep for the winter,
they will awaken anew in the spring.
For under the layers of wood,
Each tree has a green heart…
“In the morning, as they were beginning to pack their slender goods, Elves that could speak their tongue came to them and brought them many gifts of food and clothing for the journey. The food was mostly in the form of very thin cakes, made of a meal that was baked a light brown on the outside, and inside was the colour of cream. Gimli took up one of the cakes and looked at it with a doubtful eye.
“Cram,” he said under his breath, as he broke off a crisp corner and nibbled it. His expression quickly changed, and he ate all the rest of the cake with relish.
“No more, no more!” cried the Elves, laughing. “You have eaten enough already for a long days march.”
“I though it was a kind of cram, such as the Dale-men make for journeys in the wild,” said the Dwarf.
“So it is,” they answered, “But we call it lembas or waybread….”
The Fellowship of the Ring, Book II
The essentials of summertime reading:
Continue reading “Ingredients for a perfect day of summer reading…”
I love how the crepe myrtles blossom in the dead heat of summer…
Legends and Roses 