Marveling! At Farmers Market Strawberry Joy.
Spring squirrel on an old grave ledger.
Growing directly from the tree trunk?!
Actually, somewhat weirdly marveling.
Yesterday afternoon Robert and I ventured over to nearby Skidaway Island State Park (Savannah) for a hike. I was just amazed at the beauty of some of the DEAD things …
HR (you know) took the following pics.
Marveling at two poetic views of peace …
THE ROCK CRIES OUT TO US TODAY
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one. — Maya Angelou
Yes, it’s yet another Savannah-in-bloom posting. Like nothing blooms anywhere but in Savannah. But I simply MUST share this post with you.
Walking out to my own Washington Square, I saw …
Someone had taken the time and made the effort to pick up fallen camellia blossoms and arrange them thusly.
And around benches.
So cool. See how the blossoms fall?
Someone’s work made marveling so easy.
Colorful, marvelous Monday to you all.
Marveling at some of Robert’s get-well flowers.
Moaning, I fear …
Okay, confession. I don’t really get that feeling anymore. I’m retired. But I do remember it.