Marveling! At Farmers Market Strawberry Joy.



Marveling! At Farmers Market Strawberry Joy.
Marveling, as Robert and I take a Monday morning jaunt through Atlanta’s historic Oakland Cemetery
Marveling at getting to see and hear Georgia gubernatorial candidate Stacey Abrams here in Savannah on Saturday, making her case for why she should become Georgia’s next governor.
“I come here because I know Coastal Georgia, Savannah, you all face different challenges. We’re all in need of Medicaid expansion, we need health care in the state of Georgia fully funded so our children aren’t fighting for resources, we all need good jobs in the State of Georgia that pay a living wage, a livable wage.”
And about our recently signed-into-law insane “constitutional carry” bill which allows the carrying of concealed weapons WITHOUT A PERMIT in our state. (It should be called “criminal carry.”)
“In Georgia right now, we have a governor who is making Georgia the wild west. He is not respecting public safety,” Abrams said.
And look! Orange-flowered HR made the news …
Definitely marveling!
It’s Jasmine Season in Savannah!
Beautifully simple blossoms.
Heavenly scent, and sent.
On every walk these days!
When you go to a garden do you look at the weeds? Spend more time with the roses and jasmines.
— Rumi
Definitely marveling this morning, remembering the fun time HR and I had hosting our day-before-Easter family picnic at nearby Skidaway Island State Park.
Robert practicing with his new camera stand thingy before the fam arrives …
Hope you had a …
Marveling.
Spring squirrel on an old grave ledger.
Life!
Marveling!
Growing directly from the tree trunk?!
Seriously?
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.
Beauty endures.
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