Shhh … Silent Sunday. 11/23/25
Tag: Beauty
My Saturday Evening Post: 11/22/25 “My Favorite Color”
Walking through Hobby Lobby the other day, Robert and I came upon these neat seasonal kitchen towels …
I stopped to chat with them for a bit, while HR wandered off … who knows where in the gargantuan store.
“Uh, did you know that Fall is not actually a color?” I probably somewhat ‘I’m-a-retired-professor’ asked the towels.
They answered immediately, and I might add, a bit mockingly: “Uh, you call yourself a retired professor, and yet you don’t understand simple literary devices.”
Taken back a bit by the question, I could not think of a single literary device.
The towels, sensing my embarrassment and feeling a little sorry for me, gently explained: “The statement ‘fall is my favorite color’ primarily uses a literary device called synesthesia.”
“Right,” I said, trying to remember if I had ever heard of “synesthesia.”
I turned away and quickly Googled.
Synesthesia involves blending senses—in this case, treating a season (“fall,” a concept related to time and nature) as if it were a color (a visual property), thus associating the qualities of the season (the vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows of the leaves) with the single concept of a “color.” Google AI
“Y’all ARE right!“ I sorta yelled. (It doesn’t take much to get me excited.)
“Fall has always been my favorite season. And now it’s my favorite color too! Thank you!”
But they were already starting to chat with the next customer, explaining Sensational Synesthesia.
I love these fall colors somewhat hiding in the morning shadows here in Historic District Savannah.
Mama and her cute little triplets we saw on a walk.
Yes …
And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.
One-Word Wednesday 11/12/25
“Horns!”
Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 11/10/25
I’m marveling this Monday morn, remembering two recent preposterously delicious meals Robert and I shared.
First, Robert absolutely outdid himself the other night at supper with his Fisherman’s Pie.
Starring cod, shrimp, smoked salmon snd crab leg meat.
With a supporting cast of leeks, spinach and heavy cream. Topped off with succulent mashed potatoes.
Somewhat similar to a seafood chowder, with a thicker consistency.
Oh my GOODNESS.
The recipe HR used, in case you’re interested:
Trying not to be outdone, I put together (in my mother‘s old cast iron skillet, which actually belonged to her mother) another supper of Bone-In Pork Chops with Honey-crisp Apples and Spiced Cider.
It tasted like autumn!
And a link to my recipe:
P.S. I love using the word “supper” instead of “dinner.” It’s nostalgic. It’s home.
Tuesday Trees
Recently, Robert, and I were in Atlanta for their annual Pride Festival. One morning we ventured over to the always-magnificent Atlanta Botanical Garden.
In addition to over 10,000 pumpkins (!) on display (I’ll block about that a little later), there was a new exhibit, “Enchanted Trees” woven through the garden’s incredible natural landscape.
Here’s one:
Amazing Beauty!
Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 10/20/25
Marveling this morn.
Participating in the Savannah Photo Club’s Third Sunday Photo Walk yesterday, I came across this very mature, dead-looking rambling rose bush.
But as I got closer, i saw a defiant splash of red beckoning me through the branches.
A brilliant late-October duo.
“Old does not mean dead,” they said in unison.
Shhh … Silent Sunday. 10/19/25
Five Friday Happy Bringers 10/17/25
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Fall and chrysanthemums!
2. The ability to smile, even just a little bit, even when we may not feel like smiling.
3. This lone October blossom on a leafless Lily Magnolia tree (aka as Tulip Magnolia or Tulip Tree) that Robert and I saw and marveled at yesterday.
Sometimes you just gotta go it alone.
4. Daughter Amy expanding her Savannah-based medical company across the Savannah River and over into nearby (and beautiful) Bluffton, South Carolina.
HR and I drove over for the ribbon cutting yesterday morn.
Robert and I made it at the very end into the little local news coverage …
The paparazzi will simply not leave me alone.
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5. Robert and some hay.
May you sit in front of a joyful weekend ahead.
One-Word Wednesday 10/8/25
“Mooning”
As you probably know, Monday night gave us the beautiful Harvest Moon of 2025. And while I didn’t have any crops that needed to be harvested in the bright moonlight (as was done yesteryear), Robert and I did go on a wonderfully invigorating and insightful “Harvest Moon Hike” with about ten other moon watchers at nearby Skidaway Island State Park here in Savannah.
“The moniker harvest moon indicates that it’s the full moon event closest to the autumnal equinox, or the first day of fall. Historically, the moon’s bright light helped farmers complete their harvests for the year, according to The Old Farmer’s Almanac.” cnn
“This moon will be the first of three back-to-back supermoons this year. A supermoon happens when the moon reaches perigee, or its nearest point to our planet, making it appear larger and fuller.” cnn
One of Robert’s photos:
And some of my sad attempts …
… which I ended up sort of liking and am now calling “artistic.”
“Oh, shine on, shine on harvest moon up in the sky
Shine on, shine on harvest moon”
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