So this afternoon Robert and I enjoyed a Late Lunch of Smash-burgers at the Crispi Food Truck in front of local brewery Two Tides here in Savannah.
From their cool website.
Here’s HR negotiating the colorful stairs afterwards, sporting his expensive Braves jersey (don’t get me started), knee brace (long story) and little gay socks.
What? You can’t really see them and want a better look? Okay, no problem …
(I did a sneak photo after we got home.)
Well, after a long time getting down the stairs, we walked a bit in the cool and hip Starland District of Savannah. And we ran across this also cool and hip tattoo parlor/clothing boutique.
I love their … “entry requirements.”
If only every establishment in these United States of America could hold the same “entry requirements/blessings.”
I love the sky. It’s ever-changing. It’s mysterious. It has a mind of its own.
Over Barbour River earlier today when Robert and I were exploring the Harris Neck National Wildlife Refuge about an hour south of us here in Savannah. The sky is sometimes is a bit of a thief, stealing some glory from lakes. Also at Harris Neck earlier today. Last night at Waterfront Park on Saint Simons Island. HR, two ships and the sky, about an hour before the above picture.
I’m Thankful to live in Savannah’s National Historic Landmark District, where daily walks never fail to reveal yet another source of marvel-worthy beauty.
As I’ve said before, HR and I live off Washington Square, the northeastern most of our 22 extant squares. It’s the tiny green one in the upper righthand corner on the map below. Across from the Savannah River.
The historic district is a walker’s dream, with surprises hidden down tiny lanes and in secret gardens.
Here a few sightings from our midday walk.
Glorious GladioliLucious LiliesAnd Hearty HydrangeaSunlight through Japanese MapleDelightful Doors
And a bit of gratitude and love to Jimmy Carter …
Thankful & Peaceful Saturday to you all.
P.S. I even thought some “weeds” were pretty, perched proudly at the curb, their dynamic green exuding roadside royalty.
Here’s Benny comforting it out on a soft-cushioned chair. With the much-lauded ThreeMonkeys just to the left of his behind.
Mizaru, Kikazaru, and Iwazaru
See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil
Butt don’t the wrong impression. Benny means no disrespect with his behind positioned monkey-way.
He’s actually quite taken with them. Before Benny’s nap, they introduced and explained themselves:
“[We] three wise monkeys are a pictorial maxim, embodying the proverbial principle ‘see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil’. [We] are Mizaru, covering [my] eyes, who sees no evil; Kikazaru, covering [my] ears, who hears no evil; and Iwazaru, covering [my] mouth, who speaks no evil.
There are various meanings ascribed to [us] monkeys and the proverb including associations with being of good mind, speech and action. In the Western world the phrase is often used to refer to those who deal with impropriety by turning a blind eye. Outside Japan [our] names are sometimes given as Mizaru, Mikazaru, and Mazaru, as the last two names were corrupted from the Japanese originals. [We] monkeys are Japanese macaques, a common species in Japan.” Scholarly Community Encyclopedia.
“Seriously?” asked an incredibly impressed and slightly intimidated Benny.
“Yes. What’s your story?”
Benny thought for a second before answering hesitantly. “Well, back in the day, Daddy Robert picked me from a friend’s litter of about a dozen of us kitties.”
The three monkeys just stood there, with hands all over their faces.
