“PEACE”


Wouldn’t it be wonderful if PEACE could somehow start to bloom in our troubled world?


Wouldn’t it be wonderful if PEACE could somehow start to bloom in our troubled world?
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.


My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Morning Glory.


2. Simple Beige Beauty.


3. The inhale and the exhale.
And the oft-forgotten mindfulness of the inhale and the exhale.

4. The Breath of Fresh Air Robert and I are experiencing with the television reality series, “Love on the Spectrum.”

“Overview: Seven adults with autism dive headlong into a dating group to explore the unpredictable world of romance, tackling misconceptions about both themselves and how they want to live.” (Series Website)
We recently stumbled upon season two and are working through it now.
5. Playing hide and seek with a Japanese Flowering Cherry tree near us here in historic district Savannah.



May you experience a Bit of Play somehow this spring weekend.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So the other day Robert and I were over at the Savannah Botanical Gardens, minding our own business, and enjoying some of their early Spring Beauty …




… when I decided to meander down to their little peaceful pond …

… when out of the blue, I saw her, hiding in the not-quite-yet-blooming irises …

… a cute brown puppy, in her own world, meditatively stretching back, yoga-ish, toward the quiet fountain beyond.

She paid my approach scant attention, a single silent shake of her head, so not wanting to impose further on her pose, I slipped past the pines, quietly bidding my adieu.











I don’t know what it’s like in your stretch of the woods on this First Day of Spring 2025, but Savannah is …




And a Galleria of Azaleas we just saw on our First-Day-of-Spring Morning Walk …






Red Tip Photinias dazzling in the morning sunshine …


And a Miscellany of Marvelous, also on our Morning Walk …






Our sweet little Green Japanese Maple coming back to life …


… in one of my favorite Savannah squares (Greene) near us. Reading. And realizing that Spring is about to spring.




LIFE WILL!




