My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Evening walk along the Savannah River near us.
2. Kitty cat Benny’s peaceful head on me as we afternoon nap.
3. Retirement and its nap-ability schedule.
4. The hearty, comforting and delicious joy of a traditional egg, bacon, hash brown and sourdough toast breakfast.
5. Purple.
May you have a colorful weekend ahead.
Adding a freshly baked baguette to our delicious breakfast purchase at hip and first-time-we’ve-been-there Sixby.
And having it later for lunch …
Marveling at this morning’s BEAUTIFULLY DELICIOUS pastry & coffee breakfast at Flora and Fauna here in Savannah.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
One of my Father’s Day gifts this year was a beautiful box of nuts and dried fruit.
I made a yummy trail mix out of the nuts and some of the chopped-up dried fruit. (OK, maybe with one bag of plain M&Ms thrown in for good measure.)
And then, this morning for breakfast, Robert had bought some fresh cantaloupe. When I saw it on my saucer, I realized it was frowning at me, but his face was sadly incomplete.
Dried fruit to the rescue. Two dried plums and a beautiful, sweet green kiwi for the nose.
Happy breakfast for all!
Marveling at the simple Breakfast Beauty of Beans and Franks.
From start to finish.
“Pretty” Good
I hope you find something Marvelous this Monday Morning.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So the other morning, I was finishing up HR’s yummy breakfast of local country ham, soft-scrambled eggs (one of his specialties—I don’t like hard scrambled!) and black raspberry-covered toast …
… when, Lo and Behold, I looked down and saw him :
But who is he? A character from Finding Nemo or The Little mermaid? Or what?
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So the other morning I sat down to Robert’s yummy breakfast of English muffins, black raspberry jam, and some kinda seasoned stir-fry potatoes.
I was still trying to wake up, but immediately saw some artistic possibility when I popped a couple of dollops of jam onto the two halves of the bread.
Oh, and when I Piled the Potatoes beneath the eyes, I knew I had a breakfast Masterpiece in the Making.
Doesn’t he look a bit like a walrus or maybe Burl Ives in the iconic Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer?
Chef-d’oeuvre!
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