My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
Happy Beautifully Lucky Friday the 13th!
1. A couple of Fall Doors near us …
2. HR and me (I?) shopping at Herb Creek Nursery here in Savannah.
3. The delicious simplicity of pasta sauce …
4. Our toes!
Look down and thank them real quick.
5. Incredible books!
May this weekend be a Garden of Joy for you!
Stargazer Lily in our Living Room.
So here’s a little shot of a corner of our kitchen. Our trio basket of perishables. Some of our cook books. A few spices.
But wait, before you move on, take a moment to look back up in the upper left hand corner of the photo.
See them? Two little chicken heads.
When both of them transitioned to our home via Amazon, I had no idea what they were.
But Robert had … adopted them.
I endured their relentless clucking for several days until I finally confronted HR and asked him, “Why? What?”
Unfazed by my frustrated confusion, he simply directed me to look at their mouths
“Oh … kay…” I answered, still not understanding.
“Neal, you crack an egg into the crown of the cute little dish. Then you tilt it forward and only the egg white pours out of the mouth!!!
He explained this with absolute thrill.
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
“But I just crack the egg and pour out the white carefully, “I replied.
Robert just stared back.
“Thanks, but I’ll just wait till I get home.“
Why oh why, with all of my arthritis, couldn’t there be a …
PAIN UNAWARENESS MONTH?!
“Preparation”
(More detail in this week’s upcoming Five Friday Happy Bringers.)
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … a BIG plant and a little plant.
Working on our front-of-the-apartment “garden” today.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So recently HR (“Husband Robert,” come on now, you know that) made a simple but yummy breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage patties (from local fresh-from-the-farm-meats 920 Cattle & Company, up the road from us).
“Neal, it’s ready.”
I morning-stumbled to the table … and almost instantly SAW THEM.
Twins. TWINS! Dressed in casual but elegant Sunshine Morning Yellow Rompers.
I sat down. Asked their names.
“Lisa and Liam, sir. Yours?”
“Neal.”
“You both look so cute,” I gushed. “And you smell just SO good!”
“Thank you,” they hesitantly responded.
“Are you a cannibal, sir?”
Grandson Daniel is dating a girl … two years older than he is.
