Friday, October 1, 2010

Three more sniffers, then I quit!

First of all a big welcome to my new followers, Allison, Betty, Road Dog Tales, Sugar in the Golden Retrievers, Jennifer and Katie. Thank you for stopping by and please leave a comment.

I'm still on my "sniff sentences" kick, especially since hubby trimmed the shrubs and cedar bushes. And a miniature rose bush I thought was dead at the end of summer, just blossomed again.

A dozen sweet smelling roses snuff out the bitter scent of betrayal, then wilt like a dead marriage. (I'm happily married.)

Broken evergreen boughs leach Christmas memories tangled in lights, wrapped in a red satin bow.

Apple cobbler cooling, chili simmering, fresh bread baking ~ warming the house and heart.

Please write a sensory sentence and share it. It might be the beginning of a great poem, or it might stand alone as a poem.

Have a blessed weekend. It's going to be nippy here, only in the 60s. Time for a hike.


Bookie said...

Minty green sage hug pollen heavy yellow wildflowers causing itchy eyes; the dry air of high desert autumn predicts winter's slow tread coming.

Linda O'Connell said...

Oooh, I love that phrase, "winter's slow tread". This captures the moment and makes me want to rub my eyes. Thanks for participating.

Chatty Crone said...

I smell the beginning of fall and the end of summer. A relief is in the air.


Linda O'Connell said...

YES! and it is bittersweet for me. I just took down my summer wreath and hung the fall wreath on the front door. I like summer, love fall, hate winter, and spring is a breath of hope and fresh air. I do like having the windows open in fall. The crispness makes me sleepy. Thanks for partcipating.

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

Autumn sighs, and crisp sunset leaves whisper and whirl upon the ground; the final kiss of summer.