HR is having to drink Key Lime water for health reasons lately, and the little orbs have fascinated me for some reason.
Maybe it’s their Small Size or their Sensational Scent.
My Saturday Evening Post: 7/21/24 “Key Lime”
Tag: Beauty
Shhh … Silent Sunday. 7/14/24
One-Word Wednesday: 6/26/24
“Calm”
Morning meditation by the pond at Savannah Botanical Gardens
Five Friday Happy Bringers 6/21/24
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Pretty purple gladiolas.
2. Preparing the Perfect Roast Chicken (at least according to Ina Garten.)
With a little help from Robert and his gay watch band …
It was quite the hit!
3. The occasional afternoon nap. What a treat.
4. Crusty, buttery bread.
5. Celebrating HR’s birthday with pizza and Donna.
May you have cause to celebrate this weekend.
Shhh … Silent Sunday. 6/9/24
And at home …
Shhh … Silent Sunday. 6/2/24
Five Friday Happy Bringers 5/31/24
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Attending The Annual Memorial Day Garden Party at friends Pat and Mary Prokops’s lovely Savannah home. Pat is retired now but was a longtime popular meteorologist on a local Savannah station.
2. Driving up to Atlanta for a Braves game.
And getting famous ….
3. The blessing/luxury of having a car. Everybody doesn’t.
4. Fresh vegetables from our favorite Savannah produce stand.
5. Good advice for National Mental Health Awareness month.
May you have a Wonderfully Healthy Weekend ahead!
Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 5/20/24 “Hello Hy”
MARVELING!
The incredibly aromatic blossoms of Jasmine are beginning to say their goodbyes here in historic district Savannah.
I will miss them sorely, although their stalwart greenery will stay to keep guard.
Awakening me from my sadness and reminding me that all is not forlorn, along comes Hydrangea, seemingly popping up everywhere I walk, especially this cool Monday morning.
Angeling
This morning we picked up breakfast sandwiches and coffee and headed over to Savannah’s beautiful Bonaventure Cemetery for a forenoon (Isn’t that a cool word?) picnic.
Walking afterwards, we came across her …
“What’s going on here?” I quietly asked.
(I had to repeat my question several times before she answered me.)
I had to lean in to hear her.
“Angeling is hard work.”
I simply nodded and motioned for Robert to soundlessly move along.
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