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My Saturday Evening Post: 5/30/26 “Magnolia Blossom’s Short Stay”

The magnificent Southern Magnolia is in her full blooming glory this spring here in Savannah.

For a couple of weeks now, as we drove or walked by one, I would say to Robert, “We should get a few blossoms for a little arrangement.”

But the ivory white beauties always seemed to be above my humble reach.

Until one day as I was driving us home, HR semi-yelled, “Neal! Pull over!”

A couple of small magnolias with a few blossoms I could possibly get!

I plucked several and brought them home.

And how beautiful and aromatic they were …

… for the first couple of days.

But Day Three told another, darker story …

What?! Why?!

Staring forlornly at my Brown Bouquet, I immediately thought of Robert Frost:

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

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Thanks for the encouragement, Frost!

But I know he is right, and I know that I really did enjoy them for a couple of days.

But why did they and I “sink to grief” so quickly?

Google AI told me:

“Magnolia petals are highly sensitive to bruising, temperature changes, and handling. When picked and placed in a vase, the oils on human skin will quickly turn the delicate white petals brown. Additionally, the exposed, pollen-heavy blooms are prone to rapid shock, wilting, and bruising from air exposure.”

Oh no! Why didn’t I Google earlier? And what could I have done differently?

AI answered:

“To make your blooms last for up to a week, follow these quick-handling tricks:

Wear gloves: Handle the stems and petals using floral gloves or a clean cloth so the natural oils on your hands don’t transfer and cause bruising.

Strip the foliage: Remove most of the leaves along the stem, as they steal moisture away from the flower. Leave only the 4-5 leaves closest to the bloom.

Dump the pollen: Turn fully open blooms upside down and gently shake them to remove excess pollen, which otherwise speeds up decay.”

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My Saturday Evening Post: 5/9/26 “Oakleaf Hydrangea or Big Paperwhite?”

The Oakleaf Hydrangea across the street from Robert’s and my Airbnb in Atlanta recently.

Do you have certain plants that for whatever reason are special to you? Maybe it’s their beauty or uniqueness or the nostalgia they evoke.

I do. And one for me is the Oakleaf Hydrangea. Are you familiar with it?

I first saw it quite a few years ago in Atlanta’s Piedmont Park. But I called it by the wrong name for years. I just made up a name and started calling it Big Paperwhite. (Similar to Adam and Eve naming the various animals in the Garden of Eden, I imagine.)

It wasn’t until about a year ago that I finally had sense enough to use my iNaturalist app to identify the plant.

Lo and behold, iNaturalist corrected me and informed my that my attractive plant is the Oakleaf Hydrangea.

I was glad to have the right name but a little disappointed that I had to start calling him by the new, well correct, name.

And yes, the leaves do look like a bit like oak leaves, I must admit.

But don’t you think the individual little flowers look a tiny bit like the Paperwhite Narcissus?

Oakleaf even comes in different colors …

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So now you (AND I!) I know.

But just between you and me, I still occasionally call him “Big Paperwhite,” for old-time’s sake.

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My Saturday Evening Post: 4/25/26 “Independent Bookstore Day”

Did you know that today, April 25, is Independent Bookstore Day here in the U.S.?

“One Day. Fifty States. 2,000+ Bookstores.

JOIN US FOR THE 13TH ANNUAL INDEPENDENT BOOKSTORE DAY!

This national one-day party held the last Saturday in April celebrates independent bookstores across the country online and in-store. Through exclusive books and literary items, contests, cupcakes, and everything in between, it’s a party you don’t want to miss.”bookweb.org

To celebrate, Robert and I ventured over to one of our very favorite local bookstores here in Savannah, The Stacks.

Friendly bookseller Oren

We had a grand time connecting with other book lovers.

Anna gave us a terrific book recommendation.

Happy Independent Bookstore Day 2026!

The Stacks very neat website:

https://thestacksbookstore.com/

Six Word Saturday: Visit your local independent bookshop today

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My Saturday Evening Post: 3/28/26 “Please, No Kings!”

Robert and “This is what democracy looks like!” chant 

Today Robert and I joined thousands of other Savannah area patriots by participating in our third No Kings Day protest here in our hometown.

Please allow this sampling of creatively truthful protest signs and banners be the text for this post.

We felt honored to be a part of this peaceful, nonviolent and exuberantly hopeful crowd of patriots who so love our United States of America.

We kept running into folks we know. Here’s good buddy Critter. Isn’t that the coolest name?

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My Saturday Evening Post: 2/7/25  “A Farmhouse Goodbye”

So yesterday, Robert and I cleaned up the old farmhouse in Southeast Georgia where we have been staying for the last month while our downtown Savannah place was being renovated.

Did the last of the laundry (no dryer) …

I actually enjoyed (well, for a temporary time) the sensation of hanging wet washing on the clotheslines among the Spanish Moss.

We started loading boxes and bags in the kitchen for the return trip.

Looked down and saw him …

Benny in the Box.

He was ready to go home.

Enjoyed our last fire (the place had no central heat).

Enjoyed our unusual but FUN time in the snow a couple of days ago…

Sampled the “attractions” in the tiny town of Springfield GA (pop. 2,874) …

Our favorite Coffee/Bakery/Breakfast place …

And outdoor in January grilling and eating between the cold spells.

A Joyous Adventure. Thank you, Universe/God/Whomever for Such a Splendid Stay.

And that’s My Saturday Evening Post.

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My Saturday Evening Post: 1/24/25  “There Has To Be”

Recently Robert and I were driving back from a day adventure at the fascinating Webb Wildlife Management Area in Garnett, SC when we looked off to the right and saw this …

Yes, I know, the scene is difficult to see clearly. So HR pulled to the side of the road, and we walked nearer.

But the brush was SO thick, and we couldn’t get very close.

Two old cars hidden in the woods.

There has to be a story here somewhere.

????

And that’s my hidden-story Saturday Evening Post.

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My Saturday Evening Post: 1/10/25  “Thank you, Anne”

As I was having my coffee this morn. I checked my email and read the weekly Saturday message from our pastor at Asbury Memorial Church here in Savannah.

In it, Pastor Billy wrote about fellow church member, friend and Savannahian Anne Allen Westbrook.

“I know that many of us continue to be stunned by things happening in a world that seems to be turned upside down. The killing of 37 year old mother of three, Renee Cole Good, is the latest act of violence and devaluing of human life that has overtaken our country. I appreciate the words Anne Allen Westbrook, put on Instagram. Anne Allen is an Asbury member and a Georgia State Representative. I am grateful for her leadership.”

Here’s what Anne had to say on You Tube:

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My Saturday Evening Post: 12/27/25  “Nativity on the Farm”

Recently Robert and I visited Southern Belle Farms in McDonough GA. Walking to the side of their fabulous country market, HR yelled, “Neal, look! Baby Jesus on a truck!”

And sure enough, as I got closer, I saw them—all the stars of the traditional crèche: Mary, Joseph and the Baby. The Three Wise Men. An Angel. A Shepherd and his Sheep.

All mounted on an old school farm truck!

Robert started pointing and giving a little impromptu lecture about the various Nativity personnel, as if I were a toddler new to Sunday School.

Mentally asleep for a while in his mansplaining words, I finally woke up and asked, “What do you think happened to Mary’s left arm?”

“Neal, you’re missing the whole point of the display!” he sputtered as he huffed off toward the Kettle Corn stand.

I stood there for a while, pondering about what was missing. Until I finally followed the buttery scent to the Kettle Corn and to Robert.

And that’s My Saturday Evening Post.

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