Marveling this Sunny-in-Ponte-Vedra Monday.



Marveling this Sunny-in-Ponte-Vedra Monday.



Marveling this rainy day and Monday. (Which didn’t get me down.)

Perspectives on southern Gothic-ish Spanish moss in Savannah.

Morning walk on Skidaway Island.


“It’s actually not a moss. As a flowering plant, Spanish moss is a bromeliad—and a relative of the pineapple.
And it’s actually not from Spain. According to legend, the name memorializes a Spanish conquistador who, while pursuing a Native American princess, got his beard tangled in the dense branches of the trees. A lesser-known Native American legend has it that the old, cold North wind lost his hair in an epic fight with the young, warm South wind.
It isn’t hurting the trees.
It changes color. While Spanish moss appears gray in dry weather, it takes on a greenish hue when it rains.” Jekyllisland.com

Marveling this Monday evening at finding the perfect spot to write …

Marveling up a storm this Monday morn!

Robert’s incredible Mini Peach Shortbread Tarts!



Marveling, for sure.

Robert got up at 6:12 this morning to photograph the sun rising on the Atlantic here at Ponte Vedra Florida, where we are staying for a week.


I woke up about 30 minutes later.

Now we’re sitting on the balcony, drinks in hand, gazing at the full moon.




Marveling this morning at the Moving Forward of Life.
Recently, step-grandson Jack meticulously planned out a surprise marriage proposal and follow-up surprise engagement party for his beautiful long-time girlfriend Tori.
She said “Yes!”
(What on earth would he have done with all that food if she had said “No!”?)


The party was a blast at Savannah’s Isle of Hope Marina.

Tori told Robert and me that her engagement ring actually belonged to her grandmother, then to her mother.
Photos, of course.





Marveling this morning, as we remember …

OVER ALL OUR COMPLEX COUNTRY,
OVER ALL OUR NATION SPREAD
IS A BAND OF NOBLE HEROES,
IS OUR ARMY OF THE DEAD.
— WILL CARLETON

Marveling today!

Do you ever go on a walk for the sole purpose of “marveling”?
I do.
And I love doing so in Historic District Savannah where I live.

Sunday evening walk.


What I have learned is that I have to actively look for marvels, attend to them, or I simply walk right by.



Marveling again this Monday morning.

Remembering my fried okra the other night.

(I’m quite aware that some folks would put this in the “moaning” not “marveling” category.)