Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 4/9/25

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. HR’s cute Star Wars excitement.

2. Finding Benny and best buddy Huggy Kitty still fast asleep when I walked into the living room at about 6 am the other morning.

Just in case you want to know more about Huggy Kitty, here’s a previous post that explains, in far too much detail …

3. Being able to go to the grocery store and buy food. What a blessing.

4. Our new buddy Greenie, who has taken up residence in our Potted Plant Garden in front of our apartment.

See him?

No, no, that’s not part of Greenies‘s body. Here he is, truthfully exposed.

5. Continuing today’s animal theme, this friendly blackbird (grackle?) I had a little conversation with the other day.

Posted in Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling?

Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 5/5/25

I’m Marveling this Monday Morn remembering our hike the other day at Skidaway Island State Park near us.

We saw our first alligator of the season. He (she?) was a young one. So we didn’t hang out around too long because Mama was probably somewhere close.

“Alligators are common in Savannah, as the area provides a suitable habitat for the species with its mix of freshwater and saltwater environments, as well as abundant prey. Alligators are found in many of the waterways and marshes surrounding Savannah, including the Savannah River and Skidaway Island.” savannahproper.com

Robert and I have learned to respect the large alligator population here in Coastal Georgia. They are not aggressive and will generally leave people alone, as long as we keep our distance (especially while walking a dog) and refrain from feeding them.

Posted in My Saturday Evening Post

My Saturday Evening Post: 4/12/25 “Night Light Life”

Robert and I were walking through Telfair Square here in Savannah last night after dinner. The statue-laden Telfair Academy (the first public art museum in the South, 1888) shone incandescently, perhaps a bit eerily, exuding both pride and remorse in our city’s problematic past.

I paused and gazed up into the heavy, meandering limbs of the ancient Live Oak trees, limbs laden with both desiccated (for now) resurrection fern and new, brilliant green spring leaves.

Death and life together.

The street light could not illuminate all their crevices.

“Some of these trees have to be older than the academy itself,” I thought, as we walked out of the past. “If only trees could talk!”

A light breeze kneaded the old and the new together, causing an audible whispering in the leaves.

And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.