Marveling this morning at how much DELICIOUS JOY a little box of autumn chocolates can bring.



Marveling this morning at how much DELICIOUS JOY a little box of autumn chocolates can bring.



Robert and I had a quiet, meaningful couple of hours the other evening setting up our annual Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) ofrenda (altar), remembering our parents and other loved ones who have passed on before us.


The time was especially dear for me this year because I thought to pull out some old files that, along with other paraphernalia, stayed for decades in my parents’ safety deposit box before they died (my mother in 2016 and my father in 2020).
In one file was the funeral information about a brother, Jimmie, who was born in 1946 and only lived for five weeks.

My mother dried and kept some flowers from his little grave.



These old flowers are now 78 years ago—three quarters of a century!
I love the Day of the Dead season. “Nov. 1 is known as Día de los Angelitos, which honors the souls of deceased children, and Nov. 2 is Día de los Muertos.” usatoday.com
So today HR and I remembered little Jimmie and his brief life.

And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.



September is here! And I am marveling this morning because it was 66° (!) when Robert and I headed out to one of our favorite coffee shops, Flora and Fauna. I actually wore a jacket! (I had to look around a bit for it.)
My coffee:

HR’s:

Happy September First!

Grandson Matthew’s new puppies. Uh, can you tell which one is the runt of the litter?

The mid-summer heat is incredible down here in my Savannah, Georgia—as it seems to be in much of our weathered nation.
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Real Feel of 114? Seriously?

On early morning walks (it’s far too hot for me to walk midday), I have noticed one resilient plant that seems to not only survive in this oppressive heat and brutal sunshine, but actually to THRIVE.

“Some plants perform best when the heat is on; Crape Myrtles revel in the sun and heat. They are summer show-offs. In full bloom this beautiful shrub/tree radiates color, sporting a full head of crinkled, “crepe” like blooms in various shades.” aldenlane.com

May we follow crepe myrtle’s exemplary leadership in this very hot time in our nation.






It’s dangerously hot, but we will stay alive!



“Robert, please get me a lemon and some fresh thyme,” I said-pled, as we finished up some shopping, and I headed to the car, while he was trekking across the street to one of our favorite little independent grocers.

Back home I delved into magical alchemy …
Homemade simple syrup, fresh-squeezed lemon juice, orange slices and … some THYME.

Slash it all together with some Tito’s and voilà …

Wait, that is not the best shot!

That’s a little better.

But here, look at the lavender blooms of the thyme through the glass …



And here are photographer Robert’s photos …


It’s thyme …

A blog category of photos I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
I haven’t done a “Robert and …” post in a while. Truth be told, I had forgotten about the category. (Don’t tell Robert.) So …
Robert and … Consummate Coffee Service.


Breakfast yesterday at one of our favorite coffee bars here in Savannah, Flora and Fauna.

HR Serving Coffee and … Love.

I’m marveling this morn, remembering our supper last night.
I prepared Neal’s Sunday Night Chicken, using a variation of Ina Garten’s Perfect Roast Chicken.


Prep the six-pound chicken …


Impatiently wait an hour and a half, as incredible aroma fills our humble abode.
In the meantime, make vegetable broth with parts of the veggies I did not use.


And take a little rest with Benny on the couch …


Voila!






Delicious Food Joy!