Marveling at the beauty, often hidden, to be found when we cast our gaze from the sidewalk.






What marvels are in your line of sight this day?
Marveling at the beauty, often hidden, to be found when we cast our gaze from the sidewalk.
What marvels are in your line of sight this day?
HR and I drove over to Tybee Island, aka Savannah Beach, (twenty minutes away) for a morning beach walk, actually our first one in 2023.
Robert parked the car near the pier, while looking all cool and beach hip.
(I stood in the shade and daydreamed while he did that parking app thingy, which I don’t quite understand.)
After parking my sandals in the sand, we walked toward the Atlantic.
(FYI: HR does not like to go barefoot on the beach. He doesn’t like to feel those bad little tiny broken shells on his feet.)
(FYI 2: Sometimes you just have to put up with all the quirks in a relationship.)
Here’s Robert and a bird.
And here’s a short documentary titled Cold Feet, produced and directed by HR, starring me.
Terrific morning!
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. White roses.
2. The excitement when grandson Gabriel’s junior high basketball team wins their region championship this week.
3. The incredible beauty of very late winter in Savannah. (It’s still about a month until the official beginning of spring.)
4. The sensation of Touch. What a joy. I thought of this today when I pulled out a thick beach towel from our dryer. Oh my goodness.
5. This incredibly delicious chocolate croissant from a brand new and very cool bakery near us, Sweet Patricia’s. http://www.sweetpatricias.com
May your weekend ahead be delicious.
HR and I drove to our favorite Savannah library this morn to return a book we had just finished. [Boys Come First, our 161st (!) book we have read together.]
Walking out of the Bull Street Library, I saw this incredible old Live Oak …
It rained yesterday, so the resurrection fern was in proud display.
Walk closer with me.
If it doesn’t rain anymore, in a couple of days, the resurrection fern will dry up, be dark brown, and look dead.
Until the next rain.
Come along, and see what I saw …
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.
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