After Robert and I walked through the incredibly vibrant Forsyth Farmers Market in downtown Savannah this morning …
… we stumbled upon the Most Glorious White Camellia.
At first, she was leaning her head slightly in the dappled morning sunlight.
But when she sensed me staring, she perked up, a beautiful sunlit princess.
… of this “president.”
And I’m embarrassed for the United States.
Trump is Insane Evil Personified.
May his arrogant, horrific destruction of our wonderful nation be stopped. Be stopped. Be stopped.
Lord in Your Mercy, Hear our Prayer.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Signs of approaching Springtime in Savannah.
2. The ability to hear. And to mindfully know, in the moment, that we are hearing.
3. Boardwalks. Especially as they weather and age a bit.
4. This cool sign we came upon this morn in Savannah’s eclectic and edgy Victorian District.
5. Rest.
May you have a restful weekend ahead.
Walking through Savannah’s Colonial Park Cemetery this morning with HR, we came across this bench.
There has to be a story somewhere. Is the story’s central character Mary Helen Ray, whose name is on the bench?
Or maybe one of the nearly 700 folks who died during a yellow fever epidemic in Savannah: “The most macabre bit of history involves a subtly tweaked fact on a historical marker about the yellow fever. According to the marker, ‘nearly 700’ victims of the 1820 yellow fever epidemic were buried in a mass grave, but historical records allegedly show that exactly 666 people are buried in the grave. Nearly 700, indeed.” savannahnow.com.
Here’s a link to an interesting story about Colonial Park Cemetery: 
Oh, and for extra credit, here is Robert sitting in a bunch of ginkgo biloba leaves at one of the entrances to Colonial Park Cemetery …
That’s probably a story in itself.
… of the United States:
Marveling at the World’s Cutest Girl Scout …
… Cookie Seller …
