Marveling at the unexpected beauty and little surprise of joy from looking down and spotting another one of Mother Nature’s children.


Marveling at the unexpected beauty and little surprise of joy from looking down and spotting another one of Mother Nature’s children.
Marveling at our weekend discovery.
So HR and I were standing in line at the grocery checkout, minding our own business, when something caught our attention in the cart belonging to the lady in front of us. It contained a colorfully wrapped loaf of bread (we surmised) that we had never seen or heard of before.
Robert, braver and friendlier than me in starting up convos with perfect strangers, scooted a little closer to her cart and asked, “Excuse me, ma’am, but could you tell me what that is?” pointing to the red, white and blue package.
She was delightful (which is so much better than screaming for store security), explaining that “THIS is the most DELICIOUS Puerto Rican bread! I grew up eating it.” Soft and sweet on the inside and slightly crunchy on the outside. Perfect for morning toast, or sandwiches or anything else.
We became fast friends. And chatted till she finished paying and left us. We felt lonely.
So we hightailed it over to the bakery. And were DEVASTATED when we were told that the Puerto Rican bread had sold out for the day! “It sells out early.”
We somehow made it through the rest of the long day and night, and were back in the bakery section the next morning.
Recognizing us from our pitiful disappointment of the day before, the young lady behind the bakery counter told us apologetically that the Puerto Rican bread had just come out of the oven and it would be about 30 minutes before she could package it.
Fake-smiling, we went back out to the car where I read to Robert for thirty minutes (we’re on our 165th book together!), then rushed back in and claimed our prize.
We had it last night with HR’s scrumptious New York strip …
And then again this morning with leftover ham, egg and rhubarb/strawberry jam …
We LOVE our delicious new discovery!
Marveling at the beauty of Longleaf Pine bark after a spring rain.
So last night, I looked in the pantry and saw one lonely sweet potato.
A bit of butter and a sprinkling of dark brown sugar—then five minutes later our humble abode sprang to joyful and deliciously aromatic life.
I can still smell the sweet potato life this morn.
Simple marvels.
Marveling at the beauty, often hidden, to be found when we cast our gaze from the sidewalk.
What marvels are in your line of sight this day?
Marveling … at the quiet beauty of Wormsloe Historic Site near us here in Savannah.
Marveling! Over our quiet and simple, but delicious Christmas evening meal that Robert and I savored last night.
Definitely marveling this Monday morning.
Last night I made my rosemary spiced nuts for the holidays, and our apartment still smells incredible this morn.
15 minutes later …
Deliciously marvelous holiday joy.
Marveling this morn!
A sampling of YELLOW photographed near HR and me here in Historic District Savannah.