January-Autumn?!
(Okay, maybe I cheated a little with the one-word thing by hyphenating January and Autumn.)



I wonder why she doesn’t want to let go of Autumn. Or for that matter, Christmas.

January-Autumn?!
(Okay, maybe I cheated a little with the one-word thing by hyphenating January and Autumn.)
I wonder why she doesn’t want to let go of Autumn. Or for that matter, Christmas.
1. HR and I having a low-key Day of the Dead (Dia De Los Muertos) dinner on Nov. 2 in honor of our parents.
2. Our little beautiful, pink flower, (I’m not sure what it is), just outside our door, which just keeps blooming, even now into November.
3. The ability to talk, to express, to communicate.
4. Grandchildren trick-or-treating …
5. Wreathing Autumn in Savannah.
May your weekend be wreathed in Joy!
On a cool morning walk today, HR and I came upon this incredible fall pumpkin display outside a beautiful Savannah historic district townhome.
OK, maybe the shadows messed that photo up a bit.
Here’s more.
And more.
Seriously?
And look! Here’s HR claiming squatters rights.
October beauty and fun!
And here’s our sad, lone “punkin” …
But he’s a proud one.
I loved this small excerpt of a lovely Essene meditation posted by Kelly Curtis on the beautifully inspirational blog, Kelly’s Quest.
“Softness fills my days
In this season of autumn light.
Gentle joy of life returning
To know its roots again.”
As we perhaps slow down a bit this autumn, may we mindfully embrace the quiet, deep and abiding joyful health of our roots.
It’s okay to be different.
Savannah today …
Seriously?!
Today I’m resurrecting an old blog category I used to publish each Friday where I listed five things which bring joy to my life. I ingeniously named the category “Five Friday Happy Bringers.” It’s a weekly gratitude journal of sorts.
So here’s today’s listing.
1. Brilliant fall, even in Savannah.
2. Our body’s natural ability to breathe.
3. Old shoes which fit so comfortably.
4. Robert’s homemade chicken pot pies.
5. This little blog, which is enabling me to reconnect with a small but significant sense of purpose.
FABULOUS FRIDAY AND WEEKEND TO YOU ALL!
My stomping ground, Historic District Savannah, is a lovely place anytime of the year. But D.A (Downtown Autumn) is especially beautiful—and comes in a pretty close second to our Azalea-d Spring.
On a stroll this morning, I decided to ignore the leftover Halloween displays and just concentrate on Fall. Here’s a sampling of what yelled “Hello there, look at me!”
Glorious stairs, leading Up:
Wreaths:
Boots:
Camellias (Savannah’s “cold weather azaleas”) ready to burst into bloom—and a few getting a head start:
Ralph:
Odds and ends:
A pink pumpkin:
A cool courtyard:
Two hanging baskets, who drew me close and whispered, “Please. Please. Get us outta here. Haven’t we grown enough?”
Loquats—a native Chinese fruit found growing More often than you would think in historic district courtyards and tree lawns.
And finally, our fair abode, which now seems sorta shadowy compared to all those others I walked by.
But what a beautiful D.A. we have here in Savannah’s Historic District. Thank you, Autumn.