For this blog category, “Countdown to Christmas: Images of Peace,” each day between December 1 and 25, I share some of our photography that invites rest, peace, tranquility and love.
Peaceful Smiles
(This could go on and on.)
You get the idea. A smile is definitely a declaration of peace and joy.
For this blog category, “Countdown to Christmas: Images of Peace,” each day between December 1 and 25, I share some of our photography that invites rest, peace, tranquility and love.
Peace, Baby, Peace
There isn’t anything more beautifully peaceful than a little baby (clarification: a quiet or sleeping baby, that is).
And what an extra special blessing our grandchildren are.
For this blog category, “Countdown to Christmas: Images of Peace,” each day between December 1 and 25, I share some of our photography that invites rest, peace, tranquility and love.
The peace and comfort of a warm bowl of homemade soup.
For this blog category, “Countdown to Christmas: Images of Peace,” each day between December 1 and 25, I share some of our photography that invites rest, peace, tranquility and love.
Christmas Candle Peace
Did you see this breaking news?
Yes! Wonderful!
Here are a few pics from my marriage ceremony with Robert back in 2016.
Beautiful memories. And now it seems that our marriage will be protected.
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P.S. But WHY, tell me why, would 36 Republican senators vote AGAINST codifying gay marriage? Against Robert and me being married? What is their reasoning?
Over the valley and through the woods, gathering collards we go. 🎶
Walking in Habersham Village toward our favorite little bar and grill in Savannah, Robert and I saw this …
A mountain of beautiful pre-Thanksgiving collards! Being carefully pulled into our favorite little neighborhood grocer, The Red and White.
The sight brought a sudden jolt of JOY into my heart.
I love collards! They are deliciously beautiful. And they exude such leafy and cruciferous strength.
Collards greens have strong spines!
About this time of year, every year, I fall into the “depths of despair,” borrowing a phrase from my very good friend, Anne of Green Gables.
Why so low, you ask? Simple.
THERE ARE NO LOCAL, SUMMERY, VINE- RIPENED TOMATOES!!!
The tomatoes you find at the grocery store this time of year are, to use part of Donald Trump’s newsy allegation, “fake” tomatoes!
They taste like … well, fake tomatoes.
Side Note: Please do not tell anyone that I agreed, even if just half agreed, with anything Donald Trump has ever said.
So what I like to do in mid-November is remember, somehow both sadly and joyfully, July tomatoes.
Here are a few memories of the Real Deals.
My Tomato Pies!
Tomato beauty.
I miss you, July Tomatoes.
Robert and I walked into one of our area libraries today to get a book I just HAD to read.
At the entrance, we saw these very cool children-made posters.
May our children’s Right to Read be preserved.
May the far-right extremist voices be silenced, so democracy can prevail.
Tomorrow’s midterm elections may provide the answer
With grandtwin Matthew a decade ago …
Matthew today with his sisters …
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