“Snow-vannah!”
Outside our place in Historic District Savannah early this morn …
And at Daughter Amy’s over on Moon River …
And finally, over at the beach on Tybee Island …
Do I need to mention that snow is EXTREMELY rare in Savannah?
A colorfully lovely new exhibit at our favorite art museum here in Savannah, The Jepsen Center.
Continually changing colors and configurations.
(As we all are.)
Winter’s Chill here in Savannah (28 the other night — COLD FOR US!) can’t hold back downtown’s blooming colors.
May you find pretty sometime today.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Morning coffee with Robert at Flora and Fauna, the coolest little coffee bar/supper club here in Savannah.
2. Youngest granddaughter Isabelle, one on one with Santa.
3. Mindfully recognizing and appreciating that I Feel Good whenever I Feel Good.
4. Christmas Day Supper with just HR and me. (We do a bigger Thanksgiving with family, but fam is scattered across the state, so now everyone does their own thing for Christmas.)
This year I told HR uber-enthusiastically that “I am making OYSTER DRESSING for the first time!”
He looked at me as I had just told him there is no Santa. (He still believes. See recent blog for proof.)
I got quickly to work, convinced that I could win him over. Even though he doesn’t accompany me when I have a hankering for …
… at one of Savannah’s fabulous oyster houses. “Neal, what must have been wrong with the first person in history who somehow—probably by freak accident—cracked open an oyster and said, ‘I’m gonna eat that slimy thing right now.’”
But I got him to like Susan Boyle, so how hard could a little mollusk shellfish be?
I opened up my two pints of oysters …
Prepped my other ingredients …
Fancy HR tells me this part of kitchen work is called “mise en place” (everything in its place).
All ready for the oven …
Forty-five deliciously anticipatory minutes later …
(I managed to place NOE—Neal’s Oyster Extravaganza—in the center of our little buffet in an attempt to make it the star.)
And guess what? (I’m sure you’re a nervous wreck by now wondering if he liked it.)
He did! He did! The joy bells rang triumphantly through Historic District Savannah!
(Although I have to confess that he took most of his dressing from around the edges … to avoid the possibility of slimy you know what. And covered it with his yummy mushroom gravy. But still, I declare Victory!)
5. The Seasonal Pause of Quiet and Calm that seems to occur each year between Christmas and the New Year (at least in my mind).
May you find some Quiet and Calm this final weekend of 2024.
After we gobbled down our Christmas Toast, searched through our Christmas Stockings …
… and opened our Christmas Gifts …
Robert and I headed out for our Christmas Morning Walk here in Historic District Savannah.
Festive beauty had us marveling.
Now, that’s a bow!
Joyful Christmas Season to You!
“Reflecting”
I have shared this little virtual Christmas card on my blog before (I received it from a dear sweet friend several years ago), but it is just so very meditatively “Christmas Eve Simple Peaceful” that I thought I would post it again.
Bethlehem‘s in sight!
As I walked through Warren Square here in Savannah this morning, these striking yellow blooms stopped me with their glorious December beauty.
“Farfugium japonicum is a species of flowering plant in the family Asteracee, also known as leopard plant, green leopard plant or tractor seat plant.” Wikipedia
Their big green leaves actually do look a bit like tractor seats!
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1.My fragrantly delicious holiday roasted rosemary nuts.
2. Granddaughter Isabelle, aka Santa’s Little Helper.
3. The gift of Appreciation.
4. Pink camellias saying hello from behind a downtown Savannah garden wall near us.
5. A couple of HR’s dangling Christmas pins.
May you have a Merry Weekend-Before-Christmas ahead!
NealEnJoy 