Marveling up a storm this Monday morn!

Robert’s incredible Mini Peach Shortbread Tarts!



Marveling up a storm this Monday morn!

Robert’s incredible Mini Peach Shortbread Tarts!




I was thrilled to find beautiful heirloom tomatoes today at our favorite produce stand here in Savannah, David Produce.


As the photo above suggests, I LOVE tomatoes!
So what should I do with this beauty?
Since we had our traditional holiday hotdog for lunch …

… I decided to tackle something a little different for dinner.


It was delicious!

And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. An abundance of Coleus!


2. Robert’s incredible “Sin-sational Chocolate Cake” at Savannah’s Gallery Expresso the other evening.

Decadent chocolate cream cheese icing!

3. Remembering joyful childhood summers.
4. The sky. It’s always there. Clouds, rain, storms, industrial pollution/smoke, etc. may come and go across it for a time, but the sky is always there. Holding it all.

5. Our simple vegetable dinner last night. Charred bok choy, oven-roasted yellow squash, and fresh ripe tomatoes.


I hope you have a delicious weekend ahead!
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Robert and summer flowers.

2. The ability to make plans.
3. Enjoying the yummy hotdogs at Atlanta’s iconic Varsity.



4. My new little thrown-together “side garden” in the alley beside our old place.


5. Robert’s incredible Chicken with Herb de Provence the other night.


It smelled great and tasted even better!

May you have a great-tasting weekend ahead.
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.
Marveling this morn at a culturally delicious pastry breakfast at Le Cafe Gourmet a little while ago …



A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations
So recently Robert and I were enjoying our breakfast at the Huddle House over in Springfield GA. I chose the more-than-I-could-ever-eat Two Eggs and Country Ham Plate (Platter!) …

After about thirty minutes of diligently working on my feast, I got a tad bored and began playing with my food (I started that habit as a wee one decades and decades ago).

He emerged from the Huge Ham so I named him Hugh.

But WHAT is he? Some kind of little OtherCreature looking down at his stolen jewel?
And looky here, a little while later I saw Mama, pensively perched on her nest.

Who knew breakfast could be so, so FULL-FILLING-ly Creative?
Marveling this morning, at this INCREDIBLE meal I enjoyed recently at El Ximador, a little unassuming Mexican restaurant in the tiny South Georgia town of Springfield.
An acquaintance highly recommended that I try their potato tacos. I had never heard of potato tacos. The words “potato” and “taco” didn’t seem to go together to me.
But you only live once, so I ordered them.
Tacos De Papa: Crispy fried potato tacos filled with seasoned mashed potatoes, served shredded lettuce or shredded cabbage and sour cream.
I had mine topped with Carnitas (traditional crispy pork tenderloin).

Oh. My. GOODness! They were so very delicious.
Robert opted for their chimichanga …

… and raved about it too. But I didn’t really believe him. He kept sneaking bites from my plate when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Very neat seasonal looks everywhere you turn.





2. Holidays and Seasonal Changes.
3. Robert’s Recent Rescue.
So the other afternoon HR and I drove over to Jesup GA to one of our very favorite Christmas Tree farms, Days of Creation.

We bought a pretty fresh wreath.

When we got home, Robert put the wreath, along with some branches of spruce, in our shower (!) to freshen them up with some cold water. (Some things in a marriage you simply put up with.)

In another room, I heard him yell/squeal, “Neal, look!”

It took me a minute to see the little fellow.

“What are you doing?!” I asked.

“I’m rescuing him, of course.”

His new home outside our door.


4. These amazing little slider hotdogs we had yesterday for lunch at local Sly’s Sliders and Fries.


5. Nearby church spires at dusk here in Savannah.


May you look around and see some Peaceful Beauty this last weekend before Christmas.