Last night Robert and I returned home late from dinner, got out of our car, looked up and saw this …
HR’s true partner/cat Benny perched in our second story study window, gazing out. Looking down, his head slowly followed our steps as we walked to the door.
Benny prophesied our return home.
So Robert and I are in Atlanta this weekend for Pride. You may (or may not) know that the traditional month for Pride celebrations is June. But not in the deep South. It’s too hot! And some of our Pride might melt. October works better.
We’re staying at a very cool Airbnb near Piedmont Park where the festival is held.
We get our steps in climbing up to our suite …
And we have our very own little morning coffee spot …
Like-minded folks here.
Today, Saturday, is the Pride festival. (Tomorrow is the parade.)
Such loving, accepting and inclusive fun.
HAPPY OCTOBER PRIDE, Y’ALL!
I have always had a love affair with doors, especially eccentric doors.
Doors beckon, or deny.
Here’s one I saw today on a walk with Robert in our Historic District Savannah. It had a storied past, don’t you think?
Here’s to Doors!
Buying end-of-season green beans this morning at Davis Produce here in Savannah.
Now let’s see, how shall I cook them?
So, Robert and I were enjoying an evening walk here in historic district Savannah near where we live. Minding our own business. When we came upon this …
Wait. You need to look down.
See? Broken eggshells carefully placed at the base of the door to this business.
Robert frustratingly interrupted me by taking my pic as I was trying to start an important investigative report.
But. What? Huh? Eggshells at the bottom of a door?
I tried to research it a bit. But didn’t find too much except for vague references to Savannah voodoo and magic.
What do you think is going on here?
Should I go to the business Monday morning and ask?
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!”
NealEnJoy 