Walking down one of Savannah‘s many Historic District alleys recently, I came upon a hidden Treasure in the Trash.
I gazed upon the trashed art for a bit, then headed on for my morning coffee at Gallery Espresso around the corner.
My blog category about quotations (or truths in any format) that ring true to me (and I hope to you, to us).
Yellow is SPRINGing up all over Savannah.
Even in our little sidewalk plantings …
Photos taken with my always-there cell phone.
Johnbo’s Cellpic Sunday:
https://photobyjohnbo.com/2026/03/15/cellpic-sunday-the-artist/
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. For some reason this hole in an old piece of wood at the top of a wire fence at a local farm made me smile a bit and think.
Sometimes it’s what’s NOT there that somehow wields its way to the center of attention.
2. Sticking to that line of thinking, one morning this week. I woke up, looked at our breakfast table and saw that Robert had cleaned up a bit a little flower arrangement that was moving past its prime.
It made me smile again, perhaps with a melancholic edge, appreciating the beauty that was, and in a way, still is.
That little morning moment also made me think of Frost’s oh-so-truthful poem, “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Note to self: Enjoy it all while I still can.
3. Accidental photographs that somehow express a surprising hint of beauty.
4. Salt and pepper.
5. Robert and Benny.
May you have Plenty to Love this weekend.
One of our favorite breakfast spots here in Savannah is Le Café Gourmet, a small but very-big-on-flavor spot tucked away on Victory Drive that victoriously specializes in French pastries and sandwiches.
We love chatting with owner Helen and playing with the café’s mascot, Theo.
And best of all, Le Café Gourmet oozes with welcome and goodwill.
Which makes the little, low placard below the coffee bar so very appropriate.
Especially in today’s divided and difficult world.
At my age, I may no longer be able to be anything, but with just a little effort, I know I can be … KIND.
On a couple of recent trips to our buddy Gordon‘s old farmhouse over in Effingham County GA, Robert and I discovered one of the greatest treasure treats on earth.
Ally’s Bakery in the town of Rincon.
Ally’s pastries are simply beyond delicious.
And Robert is embarrassingly obsessed with Ally’s artistic cookies.
He and his obsession really get on my nerves. Robert won’t eat (or more important, let me eat) the cookies until these ridiculous “photo sessions” are complete …
Meandering through the cozy shop on one visit, trying to burn off a few calories, I came across these oh-so-very-truthful T-shirts.
And this last one gave me such encouragement:
So if you’re ever around Savannah, drive over to Rincon and Ally’s Bakery.
Tell the delightful Ally (the one with the flour on her fingers or frosting on her nose), Hannah, Marci or any other friendly crew member that Neal and Robert sent you.
You’ll leave so much sweeter than when you arrived.
NealEnJoy 