On our Saturday morning walk, across the street from us here in Historic District Savannah, we came across resurrection fern bursting forth from … bricks.
Do you know about resurrection fern?
From Southern Living magazine …
The fern looks dead when it’s dry, but when it rains, it becomes beautifully green. Even from bricks.
Here’s resurrection fern this evening from outside our front door, looking up.
We could probably learn a thing or two from resurrection fern.
A BEAUTIFUL HONORING
Yesterday, I fashioned my only-once-a-season summer tradition …
Neal’s Savannah Summer Tomato Pie.
Both labor and time-intensive, it is nevertheless a delight to the eyes, nose and tastebuds.
First the ingredients. Home grown tomatoes, if possible, and if not, locally grown ones at a produce stand or farmers market. HR and I get ours at Davis Produce a few miles away from us near Tybee Island.
Fresh basil and chives.
Diced bacon and shallots.
Wait, here’s a riveting video!
Layering cheese, bacon, herbs and shallot mixture with the tomatoes.
An hour later.
Tomato Joy!
A fiery, hot summer here in Savannah! As I know it has been elsewhere across the US—and the world.
But somehow flowers continue to regale us here in my scorching Southern city.
As a nod to fiery heat, I feature red and yellow resistant beauties near us …
“Bring it on, summer!”
I’m sure someone can beat me, but here’s our crazy heat in Savannah this afternoon …
If you need any eggs fried, just send them to me, and I’ll put them on my car hood.
What’s it like in your neck of the woods?
Youngest granddaughter Isabelle’s 4th bday party today, featuring Mirabelle from Encanto.
Isabelle being presented with a plaque declaring her an honorary candle protector. (Have you seen the movie?)
On Isabelle’s 4th (and many more to follow):
“May she be happy. May she be healthy. May she be safe. May she be at peace and live her live with ease.”
Happy Birthday, Isabelle!
Going into a bathroom in New York recently, I saw these notices …
No? Don’t throw toilet paper into the toilet?
NO? DON’T FLUSH ANYTHING DOWN THE TOILET?!
To throw or to flush—that is the question!
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Make me. Make us.
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