Yesterday, Robert and I spent a delightful couple of hours at the First Coast Cultural Arts Center here in Ponte Vedra FL where we are staying for a week.
We went specifically to see Liz Canali’s work: she creates incredibly beautiful felt sculptures and felt “paintings.”
I LOVE Liz’s horses!
Truly enchanting. Thanks, Liz.
We loved her work so much, we walked away with one of her felt lamps.
Marveling, for sure.
Robert got up at 6:12 this morning to photograph the sun rising on the Atlantic here at Ponte Vedra Florida, where we are staying for a week.
I woke up about 30 minutes later.
Now we’re sitting on the balcony, drinks in hand, gazing at the full moon.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Discovering this very cool observation tower on Skidaway Island near Savannah.
2. Wildlife to observe.
3. Being able to hear. What a blessing.
4. Cinnamon rolls for breakfast!
5. Spices
“We will be well to the extent that we all are well. We will be truly strong to the extent that we faithfully protect one another’s well-being, not simply the well-being of our people, our community, or our species.”
John Philip Newell, Sacred Earth, Sacred Soul
Morning walk while HR’s still snoozing.
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.
NealEnJoy 