Grandson Daniel, along with his mom, are up in New York this weekend for more musical theater auditions for college next year.
After auditioning for NYU, Juilliard and Pace, their flight back to Savannah got canceled tonight because of winter weather.
So what to do?
Run outside and try to grab a snowflake or two, of course.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Squirrels in our living room!
HR’s nickname is Squirrel.
2. The beauty of aging wood.
3. Clean water to drink. I SO take this incredible blessing for granted.
4. Our wonderful morning hike yesterday at J. F. Gregory Park down in Richmond Hill, about 45 minutes south of Savannah.
The park is home to a huge series of canals built in the 1800s (by enslaved persons) for rice cultivation. The canals flow into the Oveechee River, which flows into the Atlantic Ocean.
5. Flowers. We usually buy an inexpensive bouquet or two each week, divide them up and spread them around the house.
Flowers, like food, are essential to life.
May this weekend flower you with joy. At least, a little bit.
After we gobbled down our Christmas Toast, searched through our Christmas Stockings …
… and opened our Christmas Gifts …
Robert and I headed out for our Christmas Morning Walk here in Historic District Savannah.
Festive beauty had us marveling.
Now, that’s a bow!
Joyful Christmas Season to You!
Merriest of Christmases to You!
I have shared this little virtual Christmas card on my blog before (I received it from a dear sweet friend several years ago), but it is just so very meditatively “Christmas Eve Simple Peaceful” that I thought I would post it again.
Bethlehem‘s in sight!
This morning, I am marveling at the memory of my Christmas Chili yesterday for Sunday Brunch.
It was just SO good!
With my Jalapeño Cornbread as supporting actor.
Tonight Robert and I started what we hope will become an annual holiday tradition: Having a Low Country Boil as a festive meal during the Christmas season.
What? You don’t know what I’m talking about?
“A low country boil is a beloved Southern dish with roots deeply embedded in the coastal regions of South Carolina and Georgia. This communal feast brings together a mix of seafood, sausage, potatoes, and corn, simmered together in a flavorful broth.” Alaskankingcrab.com
A Thousand “Yums”!
So today, HR and I had lunch with our dear friends Don and Jim at the salad-ly delicious Urban Deli within walking distance of us here in historic district Savannah.
Beyond yummy food.
Especially their salads.
I opted for the brussels sprouts salad, along with a healthy helping of their red beet salad.
I consumed it far too quickly, never thinking about taking a photo remembrance.
Afterwards, as we were sitting, stuffed, Savannah fall conversing, I looked down on my plate …
And saw a still life masterpiece.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Scrumptious beignets at Huey‘s, a New Orleans style restaurant on the Savannah River near us. (Well, not literally ON the river.)
And here’s HR, tackling the steep stairs heading back home.
2. Finding, at a Little Library (do you have those where you are?) over in Hinesville, Georgia, a delightfully funny children’s book that I used to read to my daughters when they were little ones.
3. The ability—and privilege—of being able TO READ. What a blessing!
4. Grandson Daniel singing “Bring Him Home,”accompanied by the Savannah Country Day School Orchestra at their Veterans Day assembly on Monday.
Here’s a fifteen second Instagram post:
5. Robert, ex-wife Donna and me, heading to our yearly beginning-of-the-holidays traditional lunch at St. John Episcopal Church here in Historic District Savannah …
St. John’s Green-Meldrim House next door, where the luncheon is held …
… has a fascinating history. Here are a few tidbits:
May a few tidbits of fascination find their way to you this weekend.
NealEnJoy 