My blog category about quotations (or truths in any format) that ring true to me (and I hope to you, to us).

My blog category about quotations (or truths in any format) that ring true to me (and I hope to you, to us).


Neat Little Free Pantry in Savannah‘s Live Oak neighborhood.

Johnbo’s Cellpic Sunday:
https://photobyjohnbo.com/2026/03/15/cellpic-sunday-the-artist/
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. For some reason this hole in an old piece of wood at the top of a wire fence at a local farm made me smile a bit and think.

Sometimes it’s what’s NOT there that somehow wields its way to the center of attention.
2. Sticking to that line of thinking, one morning this week. I woke up, looked at our breakfast table and saw that Robert had cleaned up a bit a little flower arrangement that was moving past its prime.


It made me smile again, perhaps with a melancholic edge, appreciating the beauty that was, and in a way, still is.

That little morning moment also made me think of Frost’s oh-so-truthful poem, “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Note to self: Enjoy it all while I still can.
3. Accidental photographs that somehow express a surprising hint of beauty.

4. Salt and pepper.

5. Robert and Benny.



May you have Plenty to Love this weekend.
One of our favorite breakfast spots here in Savannah is Le Café Gourmet, a small but very-big-on-flavor spot tucked away on Victory Drive that victoriously specializes in French pastries and sandwiches.


We love chatting with owner Helen and playing with the café’s mascot, Theo.
And best of all, Le Café Gourmet oozes with welcome and goodwill.
Which makes the little, low placard below the coffee bar so very appropriate.


Especially in today’s divided and difficult world.
At my age, I may no longer be able to be anything, but with just a little effort, I know I can be … KIND.

Some years ago I came across two positive quotations which gradually have become a type of “doors” for my mental and physical health. If I remember correctly, I heard them from motivational author and speaker Louise Hays.
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Both exude such a rightness to me.
I have come to believe that our bodies are more than what we usually think they are. They have a “knowingness” and a “protectiveness” built into their very nature.
They tell us, for example, when we have been eating unhealthfully, and in the very telling, try to persuade us otherwise.
Or our bodies might alert us with shortness of breath or a sudden feeling of “something’s not right” when we are in the shadow of un-safety.
So yes, our bodies want us to be well AND to do a better job of listening to them.
They may seem small, but what wonderfully encouraging “doors” they are.

For the last few years, Robert and I have taken part in a wonderful program here in our home state of Georgia: Farm Passport.
Over 100 farms are involved, and Passport participants travel to as many as they like: “Passport travelers will discover where their food comes from, meet the people who grow it and see firsthand how diverse agriculture is across the state! With each visit, travelers can get stamps in their passports, and they can earn prizes. The love of exploring Georgia, supporting local farms and eating fresh is lived out when traveling with this passport.” Gfb.ag

Today we visited our first farm for 2026 (the program just started for the year): Franklin’s Farm in Statesboro GA. This farm is primarily known for their wonderful satsuma mandarins.

I love their Georgia fruits and vegetables T-shirt.

A new blog category featuring simple but profound truths.

As I mentioned before, Robert and I are staying at an old farmhouse in Effingham County, Georgia while our Savannah apartment is being renovated.

Here are a few photos to give you a taste of the personality of the farmhouse.








Marveling this morn at … Sunlight on Robert.

While our Downtown Savannah place is undergoing a much-needed kitchen and living room renovation, HR and I will be staying “out in the country” in an old farmhouse that belonged to the grandparents of a good friend of ours.


But back to Robert.





