So, as I have shown in several recent posts, Savannah’s azaleas have been gloriously beautiful this late winter. Blooming earlier than usual.
But, believe it or not, some of them are beginning to move past their prime.
Which saddens me.
But poet Robert Frost understood this issue. And helps us to understand it.
May we enjoy the gold while it’s here.
Marveling at the beauty, often hidden, to be found when we cast our gaze from the sidewalk.
What marvels are in your line of sight this day?
HR and I drove over to Tybee Island, aka Savannah Beach, (twenty minutes away) for a morning beach walk, actually our first one in 2023.
Robert parked the car near the pier, while looking all cool and beach hip.
(I stood in the shade and daydreamed while he did that parking app thingy, which I don’t quite understand.)
After parking my sandals in the sand, we walked toward the Atlantic.
(FYI: HR does not like to go barefoot on the beach. He doesn’t like to feel those bad little tiny broken shells on his feet.)
(FYI 2: Sometimes you just have to put up with all the quirks in a relationship.)
Here’s Robert and a bird.
And here’s a short documentary titled Cold Feet, produced and directed by HR, starring me.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. White roses.
2. The excitement when grandson Gabriel’s junior high basketball team wins their region championship this week.
3. The incredible beauty of very late winter in Savannah. (It’s still about a month until the official beginning of spring.)
4. The sensation of Touch. What a joy. I thought of this today when I pulled out a thick beach towel from our dryer. Oh my goodness.
5. This incredibly delicious chocolate croissant from a brand new and very cool bakery near us, Sweet Patricia’s. http://www.sweetpatricias.com
May your weekend ahead be delicious.
So I was minding my own business this morning, waiting “patiently” in the car, while Robert did who knows what at a UPS store.
I looked out my passenger side window and saw this …
“Weeds,” I dismissively thought.
Then the sort of chubby one in the middle said to me, “Why are you judging us?”
And then that smaller one to the left said, “What gives you the right?“
Embarrassed, I looked again.
And then I saw my very favorite color,GREEN, beautifully rejoicing in the morning sun.
And I had to agree with so many other folks smarter than me …
HR and I drove to our favorite Savannah library this morn to return a book we had just finished. [Boys Come First, our 161st (!) book we have read together.]
Walking out of the Bull Street Library, I saw this incredible old Live Oak …
It rained yesterday, so the resurrection fern was in proud display.
Walk closer with me.
If it doesn’t rain anymore, in a couple of days, the resurrection fern will dry up, be dark brown, and look dead.
Until the next rain.
Marveling … at the quiet beauty of Wormsloe Historic Site near us here in Savannah.