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.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. HR all excited about his new Canon EOS R100 camera.
Can cameras really cost that much?!
2. Our great buddy Margaret being recognized at church for her 84th birthday.
3. The ability to AGE. (It is world’s better than the alternative.)
4. Chuckling at the important question in the bathroom at our Airbnb in Macon GA today:
5. The beauty of purple in Macon.
Early wisteria!
GOODness! The aroma.
I hope your weekend smells good!
Today I’m joining in on the hoopla about doors on Thursday.
Robert and I are spending a couple of days in Macon Georgia. Walking to dinner in the historic district this evening, we came across these doors, all decorated for Macon’s upcoming Cherry Blossom Festival.
Hello, Thursday Doors!
Our little window sill Christmas Cactus (also appropriately known as Easter Cactus) finally decided to TALK to us!
Marveling this Monday at late winter’s sparse beauty here in South Georgia.
I truly believe that if we look for beauty, we will see it.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Trying to get used to our new almost-finished violet/pink kitchen.
2. Having a blast at our church’s Shrove Tuesday Pancake Supper (with its legendary toppings bar) the night before the beginning of Lent.
3. Our fantastic ability to TASTE. Have you expressed gratitude for that amazing joy lately?
4. HR contemplatively enjoying a muddy, but still beautiful, little pond.
5. At my old age, absolutely reveling in and enjoying the discovery of children books with powerful messages.
May you eat something this weekend that reminds you of … home.
One of my favorite spots at the old farmhouse where we are staying … the OLD mailbox. Unused of course. Except by the birds.
It is COLD here at the OLD farmhouse where Robert and I are staying for a few weeks.
When I woke up this morn, the temp was 21 with a Real Feel of 14.
Oh my goodness!
This is Savannah, NOT Alaska.
Back off, Winter!
When I looked out the screen door (Doesn’t that sound country-ish?), I saw her, standing resolutely, albeit shivering in the cold. A young, perhaps teen, Southern Magnolia tree.
I just felt so sorry for her. Until she said, a bit loudly I thought for early morning, “Don’t pity me, sir. I’m fine, more than fine. I’m a Steel Magnolia.”
And then I realized that she wasn’t shivering at all — she was dancing.
I asked if I could film her. She sighed, but I could tell she was game. She gave me her permission.
Even with her youth, she looked so at ease, at one with her world. Confident of her place, her space, her bearing.
And even though I’m old enough to be her grandfather (if I were a tree), I felt like I should ask her something.
But, finally, I didn’t. I just stood there watching, warmed and encouraged by her presence.
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