So last night, I looked in the pantry and saw one lonely sweet potato.
A bit of butter and a sprinkling of dark brown sugar—then five minutes later our humble abode sprang to joyful and deliciously aromatic life.
I can still smell the sweet potato life this morn.
Simple marvels.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … a duck.
So yesterday we went for a little park bench sit-down (I was not feeling too well) at nearby Lake Mayer.
HR was so husbandly, lovingly concerned and supportive …
Until he saw a photo op.
He has this thing for murals. He has photographed them in a variety of cities. And the one on the side of this Little Library grabbed him.
Here he is explaining something to me about who knows what. I wasn’t paying much attention. Remember, I was not feeling too well.
But then an intruder arrived. See her (him?) Over to the right in the photo above.
“That is a Muscovy duck,” HR explained.
For some reason that duck made me feel better.
As I have said, probably far too many times on this blog, I love living in downtown Historic District Savannah.
And one of the reasons? The beautifully unique twenty-two extant squares (two were lost to “progress”).
[Did I punctuate the above properly?]
This evening I am hanging out in Warren Square, the square closest to my own, Washington Square.
But the sidewalk is.
Yes.
And that magic is free.
An early dogwood tree around the corner from us …
We snatched a small branch.
One of the great rewards about living where we do in Historic District Savannah is that I can walk two blocks over toward the Savannah River, find a bench, read, and experience the Joy of Nature.
That’s the Savannah River behind me. Looking so peaceful now. But don’t be fooled. It is one of the busiest ports in the nation. And all of the ships travel right behind me.
But not at this moment.
Peace.
So, as I have shown in several recent posts, Savannah’s azaleas have been gloriously beautiful this late winter. Blooming earlier than usual.
But, believe it or not, some of them are beginning to move past their prime.
Which saddens me.
But poet Robert Frost understood this issue. And helps us to understand it.
May we enjoy the gold while it’s here.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … the world.
This huge globe, an old, iconic landmark in Savannah, is getting a redo as a part of a new Starbucks.
So today I reached this milestone in my meditation practice …
Shouldn’t I be a guru or something?
So why do I still feel like such a novice?
HR and I drove over to Tybee Island, aka Savannah Beach, (twenty minutes away) for a morning beach walk, actually our first one in 2023.
Robert parked the car near the pier, while looking all cool and beach hip.
(I stood in the shade and daydreamed while he did that parking app thingy, which I don’t quite understand.)
After parking my sandals in the sand, we walked toward the Atlantic.
(FYI: HR does not like to go barefoot on the beach. He doesn’t like to feel those bad little tiny broken shells on his feet.)
(FYI 2: Sometimes you just have to put up with all the quirks in a relationship.)
Here’s Robert and a bird.
And here’s a short documentary titled Cold Feet, produced and directed by HR, starring me.
Terrific morning!
NealEnJoy 