“Oval”




Moaning this Monday morn.
As I have mentioned in recent posts, Robert and I are staying at an old country farmhouse in rural South Georgia, while our apartment in Savannah is being renovated.
One of the “problems with benefits” here has been the lack of Internet and Wi-Fi, as well as poor Cellular Service.
But it has actually been refreshing not to look at all of the Harrowing Headlines in the news every day.
We’re at the Huddle House for breakfast right now, so I checked my email, etc. and saw this:

Are we living in the United States of America or Nazi Germany?
Can we no longer protest against that which we deem un-American and cruel?


May God bless the true United States of America and silence the voices of our increasingly terroristic current evil administration.


My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Outdoor winter lunch at the farmhouse.



And it’s just warm enough to eat outside. It = weather as well as soup.


2. Reading/skimming through this beautifully delightful book about flowers.

And then going outside the farmhouse to practice …


Okay, maybe I won’t win any floral awards. But it was fun.
3. Being able to stay warm in the cold of winter. What a blessing!

4. This ceiling light at a local indoor—outdoor restaurant.

5. The neat coincidence of Grandson Gabriel re-entering his recent high school basketball game just as an advertisement for his parents’ medical company flashed on the screen behind him.

May you have some neat coincidences this weekend!
“Sweet”



As I mentioned before, Robert and I are staying at an old farmhouse in Effingham County, Georgia while our Savannah apartment is being renovated.

Here are a few photos to give you a taste of the personality of the farmhouse.







I’ve been doing a bit of both this Monday.
I’m marveling as I remember the nostalgic fun and yumminess of our recent traditional New Year’s Day menu: Collard Greens and Black Eyed Peas.

Do you include these or similar items on your first-day-of-the-brand-new-year menu? Or is it just another quirky thing we do here in the Deep South?
Granny always encouraged/commanded me: “Nealie” (her nickname for me), “now eat your greens and peas. The greens will bring you lots of money in the form of bills, and the peas will bring you lots of change.”
Thanks, Granny, but I’m moaning a bit today as well … waiting, waiting for the cash jackpot.






Shhh.
As I was having my coffee this morn. I checked my email and read the weekly Saturday message from our pastor at Asbury Memorial Church here in Savannah.
In it, Pastor Billy wrote about fellow church member, friend and Savannahian Anne Allen Westbrook.
“I know that many of us continue to be stunned by things happening in a world that seems to be turned upside down. The killing of 37 year old mother of three, Renee Cole Good, is the latest act of violence and devaluing of human life that has overtaken our country. I appreciate the words Anne Allen Westbrook, put on Instagram. Anne Allen is an Asbury member and a Georgia State Representative. I am grateful for her leadership.”
Here’s what Anne had to say on You Tube:


And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.
