My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
Happy Beautifully Lucky Friday the 13th!
1. A couple of Fall Doors near us …
2. HR and me (I?) shopping at Herb Creek Nursery here in Savannah.
3. The delicious simplicity of pasta sauce …
4. Our toes!
Look down and thank them real quick.
5. Incredible books!
May this weekend be a Garden of Joy for you!
“Path”
Sometimes things just don’t go your way.
I ran across this scene while shopping at Herb Creek Nursery here in Savannah today.
One of my favorite Savannah squares (we have 22 in all) here in my Historic District neighborhood is Greene Square, just a few minutes walk from our place.
See the building behind the lamp post and the centuries-old live oak tree?
It’s the Second African Baptist Church, founded in 1802.
And one of my favorite places to sit and read is that little wooden bench in the lower right hand corner of the photo above. See it?
Oh, if buildings could talk!
But wait, they can!
Listen …
AMERICAN HERO MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. FIRST PREACHED HIS ICONIC “I HAVE A DREAM” SPEECH RIGHT HERE.
May we continue to have and share his dream.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Fall doors here in Savannah.
2. Onions!
3. Green life.
4. Our incredible ability to set goals and make plans.
5. Granddaughter Madison climbing, climbing.
May you climb up to a terrific weekend ahead.
Stargazer Lily in our Living Room.
“Cleaning”
So here’s a little shot of a corner of our kitchen. Our trio basket of perishables. Some of our cook books. A few spices.
But wait, before you move on, take a moment to look back up in the upper left hand corner of the photo.
See them? Two little chicken heads.
When both of them transitioned to our home via Amazon, I had no idea what they were.
But Robert had … adopted them.
I endured their relentless clucking for several days until I finally confronted HR and asked him, “Why? What?”
Unfazed by my frustrated confusion, he simply directed me to look at their mouths
“Oh … kay…” I answered, still not understanding.
“Neal, you crack an egg into the crown of the cute little dish. Then you tilt it forward and only the egg white pours out of the mouth!!!
He explained this with absolute thrill.
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
“But I just crack the egg and pour out the white carefully, “I replied.
Robert just stared back.
And Thank You, for your Longstanding Ethical and Kind Leadership.
NealEnJoy 