Robert and I drove down to Ponte Vedra FL with daughter Amy’s “Coastal” in the back seat for a week at the beach.
“Coastal” is an English Cocker Spaniel, with according to Amy, “liver roan” coloring.” Okay.
What a beautifully loving little being.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts
1. A lone magnolia leaf I found on this bench in a churchyard in Augusta, Georgia.
Wait, you can’t see it. Let’s get closer.
I love everything about the leaf. Its golden hue as it revels in the sun’s warmth. Its courage to shine. Its willingness to sit by itself as all the other leaves are hovering ground-ward. Its bendy-waviness. Its refusal to see green as the only color advertising life.
2. And when I got up from the bench, seeing the parent from which my little leaf was launched …
… and her beautifully colored, cone-like seed pods.
3. Robert and I decided to step inside the old church.
Heavenly beauty!
4. Being able to appreciate. And letting that appreciation be known.
5. Spanish moss and Robert in the sun.
May you have an appreciative weekend ahead.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts
1. Finding the perfect evening spot to read …
The beach at the Ponte Vedra FL condo we have been fortunate enough to enjoy several times this summer.
2. Seeing and realizing that there is strength in leaning, in bending.
3. Silly but getting a jolt of happiness when the Atlanta Braves captured the 2026 National Championship.
4. Back in Savannah, Robert and I are house and dog sitting for daughter Amy.
5. The arrival of Autumn!
And it’s actually cool in Savannah today. For a change.
Happy First Weekend of Fall, Y’all!
Marveling up a storm this Monday morn!
Robert’s incredible Mini Peach Shortbread Tarts!
HR and I live in Savannah, home of one of the country’s largest (and rowdiest) St. Patrick’s Day Parades. We live directly on the parade route, which sounds terrific, and I suppose it was for the first couple of years.
But the parade (and even the days before) soon became somewhat of a headache, at least for us. Very party-oriented folks heavy drinking, property destroying.
So anyway, Robert and I get out of Dodge for a few days.
This year, we escaped to Magnolia Springs State Park and one of their cottages, a couple of hours north of us.
We didn’t have a parade, but we did have peace.
And color.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day … Night 2026.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. HR all excited about his new Canon EOS R100 camera.
Can cameras really cost that much?!
2. Our great buddy Margaret being recognized at church for her 84th birthday.
3. The ability to AGE. (It is world’s better than the alternative.)
4. Chuckling at the important question in the bathroom at our Airbnb in Macon GA today:
5. The beauty of purple in Macon.
Early wisteria!
GOODness! The aroma.
I hope your weekend smells good!
Our little window sill Christmas Cactus (also appropriately known as Easter Cactus) finally decided to TALK to us!
Take a quick look at this three-second video of Grandson Gabriel (#2 in white and green) in his high school basketball game the other night in Savannah. He attempts to block the rival player from scoring and falls flat on his back!
You may have to watch it a couple of times since the video is so short and G is so small.
Ouch!
G’s (painful looking) end-of-game block was called a charge on the opposing Savannah Christian kid and was a big part of Country Day’s win because the basket didn’t count, stopping them from coming back.
And here are the players’ reactions to the win against perhaps their biggest “enemy.”
Youth, energy and excitement!
May we all win at something today!
