Our Little Hyacinth
Tag: Nature
Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling?
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.
Good Friday Night to the World
“Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.”
Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling?
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
I Can’t Help It …
… I know I’ve already posted my Five Friday Happy Bringers today, but I just got back from a late afternoon walk in my neighborhood here in Historic District Savannah, and I MUST show you what I saw …
The azaleas are just glorious this spring late winter.
The church spires kept urging me to look heavenward.
But there is just so much beauty here below!
Monday Evening Green
On a walk earlier today in my neighborhood, Savannah’s historic district, I was surprised by the green, the GREEN on the houses …
Here’s to Green!
Shhh … Silent Sunday 2/20/22
Five Friday Happy Bringers 2/18/22
1. Green lunch.
2. Spoiling HR (Husband Robert, you should know that by now!) with a new “foot spa”
(I’m beginning to wonder how much longer he’s going to play this “I’m-so-sick card.”)
3. Grandaughter Isabelle at her FIRST night of gymnastics last night.
4. Grapes.
5. Yellow.
Weekend Joy to You!
Me and My Shadow
🎶 Me and my shadow strolling down the avenue. 🎵
“When I go out on sunny days,
Why, there it is beside me:
And there it skips and there it plays,
And from it I can’t hide me.
I cannot run away from it,
It runs as fast as Fido;
And if I stand or if I sit
It stands and sits as I do.”
— The Little Boy and His Shadow by Madison Cawein
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