My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Radishes.
2. Billboards sprouting up around Savannah featuring grandson Daniel as Raoul in the Savannah Theatre’s upcoming production of Phantom of the Opera.
The production opens July 7.
3. This week walking one of the trails (by myself, quite unusual, R and I are usually together 24/7 ) at the Savannah National Wildlife Refuge near us.
4. My Feet
5. Air conditioning.
AIR CONDITIONING!
May you have a cool weekend ahead.
“Squirrel”
YUM!
HR and my Sunday Roast (on Tuesday night), with potatoes, carrots, onions and mushrooms for supper. (I like the word “supper” so much better than “dinner.”)
May you find incredible joy in food.
For some reason, we are having a bit of a “cold spell” here in Savannah, which is quite unusual for this late in May.
TIB (Truth in Blogging): Frigid for us is anything under 60 degrees. Right now …
It has also been raining all day.
Sidebar: I’ve kept a gratitude journal for eons now. This morning’s additions …
So, when trying to decide what to have for supper, it hit me …
GRATITUDE-INSPIRED THANKSGIVING SIDES!
Thus, using whatever ingredients I had on hand, I decided on Green Bean Casserole and Sweet Potato Casserole. Two classics, right?
I got to work.
Oh my goodness. The deliciousness of fall in spring.
A Joyful May of Thanksgiving to You!
“Hello”
Today I am starting a new, occasional blog post category: “Cutesy Tuesday,” highlighting what I consider to be cute.
So yesterday, Robert and I went to our favorite produce stand near us here in Savannah, Davis Produce, out near the Atlantic Ocean, and bought a big bunch of stuff.
But mainly pink-eyed crowder peas and okra. Okra is my favorite vegetable in the history of vegetables; okra is HR’s least favorite vegetable in the history of vegetables. Our marriage is vegetatively tenuous.
But looky there in the lower right-hand corner above (well, and below). When I emptied our bag of goodies, I saw him.
A lone peanut.
Somewhat robust, and holding his own against the okra.
I asked him why he came as the lone peanut, crowded out by the crowder peas and okra.
He responded,
Let us move forward as powerful individuals.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … longleaf pine at dusk, Lake Seminole, Donalsonville, GA
I love to be happy. Don’t we all? And it doesn’t take much to make me so.
Over the weekend, HR and I traversed over to our favorite new Savannah bakery, Sweet Patricia’s. WE LOVE THIS PLACE!
Our breakfast was BEYOND delicious. But the piece de resistance was … the bathroom.
It exuded happiness.
On the way out, I told beautiful Morgan, the face of Sweet Patricia’s (at least on that day), that we claim the bathroom, and hope to move one of the tables into the bathroom next time we eat there.
Morgan responded: “We will reserve it for you!”
Like I said, it doesn’t take much.
I recently finished the book Anxious People. And I love this bittersweet bit of dialogue about holding hands with our little ones.
“Have you ever held a three-year-old by the hand on the way home from preschool?“
“No.”
“You’re never more important than you are then.“
What truth!
NealEnJoy 