About an hour ago, Robert and I arrived at our Seminole State Park cottage in southwest Georgia on the Florida and Alabama border.
It’s overcast and raining with a threat of severe weather.
We’ve been to this park before and love it, one major reason being the prevalence of our favorite tree, the Longleaf Pine.
Here are a few pines outside our door along the shore of a finger of Lake Seminole. They are swaying gently and singing with the wind in the evening rain.
Our hallway Christmas Cactus (Schlumbergera), all green just days ago, Suddenly Surprising us with springtime blooms.
So … Merry Christmas, I guess.
Walking along the Savannah River near us, Robert and I came upon this stretch of “weeds” pushing, rising, bursting forth with colorful, flowering life through man’s concrete and bricks.
An eclectic collection of still life photos I’ve taken. Well, my interpretation of still life.
Rolling Pin and Cinnamon Sticks
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … Spring Wisteria in Savannah.
“Stair-ing”
1. Being able to say “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” away from Savannah’s craziness today.
2. One of our local colleges, SCAD—the Savannah College of Art and Design—making the big time in Hollywood.
I taught international students at SCAD as an adjunct after retiring from full time college teaching.
3. The unexpected joy when I find a little nook and cranny in Savannah’s historic district which I had never seen before.
4. Our sense of touch. It is raining where we are in Atlanta at the moment, and I’m so thankful to be able to feel the drops on my face and hands as we dash out of our car running around the city.
5. Grilled peaches.
May you have a peachy weekend ahead.
My daily snapshot of Robert’s and my 2023 trip to get away from Savannah’s St. Patrick’s Day parade and celebrations.
We started off the day in the cabin with beyond-delicious molten center brownies we had gotten in Savannah at our new favorite bakery, Sweet Patricias.
Bloated, we headed about an hour away to my small hometown of Ball Ground and the town cemetery where my parents are buried.
For as long as I can remember, having been taught by my folks, I have enjoyed “decorating the graves” of family members. Each changing season and holiday would find us heading to the various cemeteries and graveyards, spending time reminiscing and laughing at wonderful memories.
After a great lunch at a local meat and three, Robert and I spent a little while at Ball Ground’s small but beautiful botanical garden.
Here’s a bench in honor of my dad.
On the way back to our state park cabin, we stopped by the Georgia National Cemetery. I guess today we were thinking about those who have gone before us.
We left in great admiration and respect for our military service men and women.
Back at Red Top Mountain, HR grilled hotdogs, then we rested by the fire.
May you have a restful evening ahead.
NealEnJoy 