Each day, I continue to be amazed at the incredible, diverse joy of Plant Life.
This post could go on and on, but I’ll end with perhaps The Joy of My Life, the southern Longleaf Pine …
Here’s to Plants!
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … Sky, Water and Earth.
Much gratitude for our marvelous and beautiful world.
Robert and I took a delightful hike over at nearby Skidaway Island State Park this morning.
I hope you had a healthy connection of some sort today.
I loved this small excerpt of a lovely Essene meditation posted by Kelly Curtis on the beautifully inspirational blog, Kelly’s Quest.
“Softness fills my days
In this season of autumn light.
Gentle joy of life returning
To know its roots again.”
As we perhaps slow down a bit this autumn, may we mindfully embrace the quiet, deep and abiding joyful health of our roots.
1. Our cast iron Dutch Oven bottom round roast dinner last night. Whew. That’s a mouthful. Literally.
With carrots, potatoes, onions, mushrooms, fresh thyme and fresh rosemary.
2. The young mother and her one-month old baby who were next to us at the Atlanta Pride Parade last Sunday.
Joyful Love
3. The front door of our old 1870’s home.
4. Knowing, truly knowing, that every breath we breathe is a precious gift to savor and appreciate.
5. HR matching with his food.
May you match up with a fun and healthy weekend ahead!
It’s okay to be different.
As you might have seen, Angela Lansbury passed away today at age 96.
My Great Friend and Former-Wife Donna and I really loved her. We used to watch her every Sunday night in “Murder She Wrote.”
And, of course, she was the voice of Mrs. Potts in “Beauty and the Beast.”
Grandson Daniel played the part of Chip in the Savannah Children Theatre’s production of “Beauty and the Beast” a few years back.
And here is Angela in the 25th anniversary of Disney’s production of “Beauty and the Beast.”
Joy. Joy.
“ROGER”
Robert caught me using the WordPress ability to dictate my blog on a break from festivities at Atlanta Pride this past weekend.
As least that’s what he thinks I’m doing.
In reality, I’m checking with my personal assistant Crystalia to make sure she thinks my wooden Pride beads are hip enough for the relentless paparazzi.
She did.
NealEnJoy 