On a cool morning walk today, HR and I came upon this incredible fall pumpkin display outside a beautiful Savannah historic district townhome.
OK, maybe the shadows messed that photo up a bit.
Here’s more.
And more.
Seriously?
And look! Here’s HR claiming squatters rights.
October beauty and fun!
And here’s our sad, lone “punkin” …
But he’s a proud one.
Each day, I continue to be amazed at the incredible, diverse joy of Plant Life.
This post could go on and on, but I’ll end with perhaps The Joy of My Life, the southern Longleaf Pine …
Here’s to Plants!
Robert and I took a delightful hike over at nearby Skidaway Island State Park this morning.
I hope you had a healthy connection of some sort today.
1. Our cast iron Dutch Oven bottom round roast dinner last night. Whew. That’s a mouthful. Literally.
With carrots, potatoes, onions, mushrooms, fresh thyme and fresh rosemary.
2. The young mother and her one-month old baby who were next to us at the Atlanta Pride Parade last Sunday.
Joyful Love
3. The front door of our old 1870’s home.
4. Knowing, truly knowing, that every breath we breathe is a precious gift to savor and appreciate.
5. HR matching with his food.
May you match up with a fun and healthy weekend ahead!
It’s okay to be different.
As you might have seen, Angela Lansbury passed away today at age 96.
My Great Friend and Former-Wife Donna and I really loved her. We used to watch her every Sunday night in “Murder She Wrote.”
And, of course, she was the voice of Mrs. Potts in “Beauty and the Beast.”
Grandson Daniel played the part of Chip in the Savannah Children Theatre’s production of “Beauty and the Beast” a few years back.
And here is Angela in the 25th anniversary of Disney’s production of “Beauty and the Beast.”
Joy. Joy.
1. My glasses.
Oh my goodness, WHAT would I do without them?!
2. The Atlanta Braves winning the National League East … again.
3. Lunch with youngest granddaughter Isabelle for Pre-K lunch (at 10:45 a.m.!).
Isabelle hugging Nana and holding a tiny piece of broccoli.
4. Colorful Fall
5. The simple joy of being alive.
Side note: The dead-looking, brownish clumps you see to the right and underneath the brilliant green …
They are not dead at all. They are Resurrection Ferns. And as soon as the next rain comes, they will burst into more obvious life and challenge the green vine’s brilliance.
May we all burst into More Obvious Life this weekend!
Sitting in my faithful study chair with my “it’s-a-brand-new-day!” coffee precariously perched upon my knee (what? you don’t do that?), I suddenly noticed/was mindful of the Glorious Morning Sun streaking in through the blinds.
A shiver of joy awakened me once again to the Consistencies of Life: new morns following each night, breathing out following each breathing in, beauty all around just for the price of looking and seeing.
Here’s another day, dear,
Here’s the sun again
Peeping in his pleasant way
Through the window pane.
Rise and let him in, dear,
Hail him “hip hurray!”
Now the fun will all begin.
Here’s another day!
— from Glad Day by Graham Robertson
I have always had a love affair with doors, especially eccentric doors.
Doors beckon, or deny.
Here’s one I saw today on a walk with Robert in our Historic District Savannah. It had a storied past, don’t you think?
Here’s to Doors!
