The smell of Easter

It’s odd how some traditions fall away when your children get older. And so it was weird when I was out walking the dog to get hit with a memory of Easter thanks to an overpowering scent of vineager. That’s because vineager is what helps those colored dyes stick to the eggs.

The very dye that stains fingers and furniture, no matter how much newspaper is put down.



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And while none of the eggs ever looked like the picture above, they all were works of art. Works that were hidden in the backyard, destroyed for breakfast and, later, turned into deviled eggs for dinner.

Until next time.


About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at She’d love to hear from you.
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1 Response to The smell of Easter

  1. Peggy Ustasiewski says:

    You are so right, when I smell pine trees takes me right to Christmas.



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