Posted in Encouragement

Look Up!

So today, HR and I traversed twenty minutes to the Savannah Wildlife Refuge across the Savannah River from us over in South Carolina.

The purpose: For Robert to complete his homework for a course we are taking on Georgia’s Ossabaw Island and the concept of Wildness. We had to go to a Place, sit for a While, and observe the Wild, in whatever way we describe the word.

(I had already completed my assignment earlier this morning, meditating by the Savannah River itself, a couple of blocks from where we live in Savannah’s historic district …

… but more about that in a later post.)

(Now you have something to look forward to.)

Anyhoo, HR suggested we have a little picnic there, before his meditation, even though the temperature was supposed to be in the LOW 90s. Ever the accommodating spouse, after fussing a little bit, I agreed. Why? Curry chicken gyros – spicy! From Savannah’s iconic little Mediterranean Al Salaam Deli.

Oh my goodness! If I could, I would teleport a bite over to you.

It never takes a lot to grab my attention. But if you put a pine tree in the mix, I am FASCINATED. Years ago, after reading nature writer Janisse Ray’s Ecology of a Cracker Childhood (read it if you haven’t!), Robert and I fell in love with the Longleaf Pine.

So, before I even started to eat my curry gyro, I spotted some tall, majestic pine trees all around us.

And what did I do?

I looked up, of course, wondering if they were Longleaf. Wouldn’t you?

Curry Gyro in foil, wondering why I am not opening him.

(I will never forgive Robert for taking that ridiculous picture of me, without me knowing he was doing so, but since it works for this blog post, I’m going to use it. Don’t tell him.)

Alas, the pine trees were not Longleaf. I suspected as much. The pine cones were too small and the trees, majestic as they were, did not have Longleaf’s candelabra-like upward branches. (TMI?)

Later on a solo hike (HR was “meditating.” remember), I saw this:

Loblolly somehow intuited that I preferred the Longleaf. He asked me why. Having no real answer, I did the only thing I thought to do. I looked up. Up into his Heights.

And he said …

Loblolly is now a close second in my favorite pine tree cataloging.

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 6/23/23

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. Getting all cultured, attending the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra’s 2023 Season Finale with incredible first-year-in-Atlanta conductor Nathalie Stutzmann.

“Bolero” was stunningly, movingly beautiful.

2. Fresh farm peaches from Ellijay, GA. Sweet and juicy (sorta like “Bolero”)!

3. Being thankful for my eyesight.

4. Seeing the world premiere of circus-based musical “Water for Elephants” at the Alliance Theatre in Atlanta. I loved the novel and was uber excited to hear that it was coming out as a play.

5. Celebrating Robert’s birthday (the young upstart) at Truva, a terrific little Turkish restaurant in the hip Virginia Highland neighborhood near Midtown Atlanta.

Yum!

We chose the Mixed Kebabs for two: Chargrilled Adana | Chicken Kebab | Beef Kebab | Shaved Doner | Turkish Style Rice | Grilled Tomatoes.

May you have a delicious weekend ahead!

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 6/9/23

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. Attending friends Pat and Mary’s annual Backyard Garden Party.

A Magnificent Dinner Plate Dahlia

2. Making homemade vegetable broth from (organic) veggie scraps.

3. Our incredible bodies which accompany us on this earthly trek. And are always trying to move us toward wellness. Thank you, Body!

4. HR’s sautéed shrimp salad.

5. Granddaughters Madison and Isabelle starting the local library’s summer reading program.

May your weekend ahead lead you to beauty of some kind.

Posted in Food Joy

Chicken Noodle Soup

I have been feeling a bit queasy and under the weather today because of some meds I’m having to take for a heel spur, of all things.

Sort of a gray day.

And just take a gander at the definitions of “spur.”

Excuse me, but this spur ain’t urging this horse forward! There’s zilch prompting or encouraging going on here.

So whenever I’m feeling a little sickly, especially stomach wise, I do what Mama did. I take out a can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup …

… and pull out a sleeve of “soda crackers” and let the healing begin.

[Sidebar: I know that both the soup and the crackers are high in sodium, which I usually try to avoid, but not when I’m sick. At the sickly stage, I’m ready to ingest salt by the spoonfulls, or is it “spoonsfull”?]

And for some reason, maybe nostalgia, maybe the power of comfort food, maybe the connection with Mama, the soup almost always plays its role in healing manifestation.

I’m feeling better.