Sneaking a Taste

Pippa often participates in the preparation of a meal (more often the desert) and sometimes she sneaks a taste.

Here’s a little something for everyone’s taste buds; strawberries with waffles & maple syrup, red wine, chocolate chip ice-cream, espresso with lemon & grappa.








Mister Golden Sun

Share a photograph inspired by a favorite poem, verse, story, or song lyric. Capture the beauty of morning or evening half-light in your corner of the globe.

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Oh Mister Sun, sun, sun, Mister golden sun, please shine down on me.
Oh mister sun, sun, mister golden sun, hiding behind the trees.

These little children are asking you, to please come out so we can play with you.
Oh mister sun, sun, mister golden sun, please shine down on me.

By Raffi



Ancient Opus

“The combination of simultaneously blending aromatic notes to produce an accord thus having a pleasing effect; the quality of forming a pleasing and consistent whole.”

“The combination of simultaneously sounded musical notes to produce chords having a pleasing effect; the quality of forming a pleasing and consistent whole.”

Opus, an artistic composition.

The Art of perfume making and building harmony into an accord not only requires a good nose but having an understanding of the descriptors of scent by note classification.


Note:  Aromatherapy, like any other natural therapy, is intended to complement not replace traditional medicine.  When in doubt about any medical condition, always seek medical advice.   See legal

TinyFlowerVisit us – we’ll turn your nose on


When I peer through the lens of my camera and frame the magical design and beauty of the universe – in that moment, I become transcended from what other state of mind I once was.

The giving of tulips represent a-time-of-new. Conveying encouragement, true love and everlasting passion.

Sweet kisses upon the cheek of newborn babes,
cherish the moment, full of grace.
Tulips meet with passion deep,
hearts may wilt, but true love never fades.

By SGTopper, 2016




Creative Genius: (Series 3), Ordinary Objects: Another’s Treasures

My mother was a genius, an artist, a writer and she spent 11 years hanging out in the woods.

Unfortunately she experienced many tragic events in her life that resulted in a downward spiral.  Unable to work, live alone and care for herself she came to live with our family while we were raising our children.  Mom was easily agitated by the noise and chaos within our home that goes along with the day-to-day rambunctiousness of young children.  Our one acre wood lot became her safe haven. With our dogs at her side she spent hours, well actually years – creating a magical place in our woods.  She dug up the noxious weeds, planted scented ground covers, pruned trees, built miniature Inuksuks from stones that she unearthed, dangled beads and wires from trees, and maintained a half-dozen or so bird feeding stations. Mom had several storage places and baskets where she would keep her tools; clippers, snipers, twine, flowers seeds.  She referred to these places as Stations – outfitted with a chair or hammock, a place where she could rest every once in a while.  One particular Station was even outfitted with a makeshift lean-to where she could stay dry during a rain shower.

One winter mom took ill and was unable to return to her woods.  The wind blew over the lean-to and her collection of items remained untouched until I was able to gather them the following spring.


It was a sad time, but I’m happy knowing that we were able to offer her a place where she was able to escape, other than from the chaos within our house.

One person’s ordinary objects are another’s treasures.