
“Trashed”

Walking down one of Savannah‘s many Historic District alleys recently, I came upon a hidden Treasure in the Trash.


I gazed upon the trashed art for a bit, then headed on for my morning coffee at Gallery Espresso around the corner.


Walking down one of Savannah‘s many Historic District alleys recently, I came upon a hidden Treasure in the Trash.


I gazed upon the trashed art for a bit, then headed on for my morning coffee at Gallery Espresso around the corner.

This week Robert and I are getting away from downtown Savannah for a bit and staying at our buddy Gordon’s old country farmhouse in Effingham County GA.
When I texted my family to let them know we would be gone for a few days, daughter Amy almost immediately sent back this photo:


I asked her how on earth she did that.
“Put the photo y’all sent from Easter into Chat and said make them into farmers. 😂”

Technology!





A sampling of our coffee enjoyment.









HR and I are house- and dog-sitting for daughter Amy for a few days.
Here’s Coastal, ready for her evening walk.


And here’s Coastal every few minutes, ready for a belly rub.


A lovely Wednesday evening on Skidaway Island near Savannah.


Our little window sill Christmas Cactus (also appropriately known as Easter Cactus) finally decided to TALK to us!






