1. Young singer/actor Grandson Daniel owning the mic recently.
2. The wisteria outside my therapist Rubi’s office.
3. Breath. Breath. Breath.
4. PINK in (nearly) spring Savannah.
I know, I know. I keep posting pictures of our azaleas. But Savannah’s display has been more than glorious this year.
5. My Orange Hubby.
May your weekend be filled with pink and orange and every color you adore.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … a duck.
So yesterday we went for a little park bench sit-down (I was not feeling too well) at nearby Lake Mayer.
HR was so husbandly, lovingly concerned and supportive …
Until he saw a photo op.
He has this thing for murals. He has photographed them in a variety of cities. And the one on the side of this Little Library grabbed him.
Here he is explaining something to me about who knows what. I wasn’t paying much attention. Remember, I was not feeling too well.
But then an intruder arrived. See her (him?) Over to the right in the photo above.
“That is a Muscovy duck,” HR explained.
For some reason that duck made me feel better.
As I have said, probably far too many times on this blog, I love living in downtown Historic District Savannah.
And one of the reasons? The beautifully unique twenty-two extant squares (two were lost to “progress”).
[Did I punctuate the above properly?]
This evening I am hanging out in Warren Square, the square closest to my own, Washington Square.
But the sidewalk is.
Yes.
And that magic is free.
“Squat”
Tonight Robert and I finished the painfully, beautifully curated Hulu six-part rendition of the Pulitzer Prize winning 1619 Project.
I urge you to watch this. It will probably stretch you a bit (it did me).
It will transport you into a black mindset, a mindset that was/is damaged by 150 years of slavery-induced racial inequity.
An early dogwood tree around the corner from us …
We snatched a small branch.
One of the great rewards about living where we do in Historic District Savannah is that I can walk two blocks over toward the Savannah River, find a bench, read, and experience the Joy of Nature.
That’s the Savannah River behind me. Looking so peaceful now. But don’t be fooled. It is one of the busiest ports in the nation. And all of the ships travel right behind me.
But not at this moment.
Peace.
So, as I have shown in several recent posts, Savannah’s azaleas have been gloriously beautiful this late winter. Blooming earlier than usual.
But, believe it or not, some of them are beginning to move past their prime.
Which saddens me.
But poet Robert Frost understood this issue. And helps us to understand it.
May we enjoy the gold while it’s here.
NealEnJoy 