Here’s another of my riveting, independent films, this one entitled HR & Babbling Brook Smile …
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Tag: Nature
Five Friday Happy Bringers 11/22/24
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. A young HR’s new photo frame I recently found.
2. An overflowing citrus tree near us here in downtown Savannah.
3. My Arthritis Pain. Okay, that needs explanation. I’m Happy that I have a body. A body including wrists, knees and a lower back, all with the ability to FEEl.
Does that make any sense at all?
4. A wonderful gathering at our church Wednesday evening to help process and manage anxiety that some of us are feeling concerning the election.
5. A bookish bench we saw recently along the Augusta GA Riverwalk.
May you find a place to sit joyfully this weekend.
One-Word Wednesday:11/20/24
“Tired”
This Dirt
Each Monday morning I find a poem in my email from a former colleague at Georgia Southern University, where I taught for a zillion years. Eric calls his service Carpe Monday/Seize the Poem.
Yesterday’s was particularly insightful.
Gardenias in …
October!
I saw (and smelled) these aromatic beauties on a cool morning walk here in Historic District Savannah.
Follow Up to Monday Evening’s “The Older I Get” Blog Post
So the other night, I did a silly post about photographing older folks (“older folks” meaning me).
Here’s a link, in case you missed it:
https://nealenjoy.com/2024/10/07/the-older-i-get-2/
Tonight, I am back in “My Square,” Washington Square, here in Historic District Savannah …
Reading …
And I thought, “Should I do another selfie tonight?“
I started …
“There we go,” I thought, “that angle meets the criteria.”
Then got a bit braver …
And only because fellow blogger buddy Matt VERY generously said my best feature was my smile …
It’s getting dark, so I should go in. HR will be ready for dinner soon. 
May you have a Joyful and Peaceful Wednesday night.
“Robert and … #43”
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
So because of Hurricane Helene and NO POWER, Robert and I had to get outta Dodge (well, Savannah). So we hightailed it over to Columbus, Georgia, where younger daughter Emily lives.
Before going over to visit (and bother) Emily, we drove to downtown Columbus and the Chattahoochee River to see what we heard was “a tumultuous scene.” This “scene” was caused by the city having to open the floodgates to relieve the pressure, so as to avert further dangerous flooding in the Columbus area.
“Open the floodgates?” Perhaps you didn’t know Columbus had a dam. (Yes I said the word … “dam”— alternate spelling, “damn.”)
OK, enough of this silly rigamarole.
Here’s a short film, entitled “The Two R’s – the Damn River and Robert” …
As you can probably tell, Robert had no idea I was producing this award-winning film. 
But there he is, in a rather proud posture.
Five Friday Happy Bringers 9/27/24
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Thankful that here in Savannah we made it through Hurricane Helene safely. Even though our power is off and tree branches are seemingly everywhere.
2. Classic grilling out.
3. Pretty purple.
4. Waking up each morning, as someone said, “on the right side of the dirt.”
5. Dog sitting with granddog Coastal last weekend.
May your eyes see a safe and splendid weekend ahead!
Approaching Autumn
Approaching Autumn often finds me in what I call (probably foolishly) my Melancholy Joy Frame of Mind or Temperament: 50% Despondency at Summer’s Goodbye and 50% Delight at Fall’s Coming Orange Cool.
And as I find myself getting close to Autumn this year, I realize that I too—and not just 2024—am in my September Stage of Life.
Approaching Autumn pulled no punches this morning when I unexpectedly ran into her in, of all places, the shared second floor hallway of our old Savannah apartment building.
About a week ago, Robert had placed a beautiful, summery-looking orange day lily with several blossoms in one of the hall windows.
This morn, when I opened our front door and walked out into the hallway, I saw her there in the window. Approaching Autumn herself.
I walked over cautiously to her. 
A bit dismayed at what I saw, I clumsily asked, “What’s going on? You don’t look like summer anymore.”
“Neal. It’s time. I’m Falling.”
“ I still don’t get it,” I complained. “You can’t just out of the blue … BE Fall. You are Summer.”
“Do I look like Summer now?”
I stood for a bit … stuck. In between seasons. HR growing anxious behind me to get on with our breakfast date.
Approaching Autumn, sensing my frustration, asked, “Weren’t you an English major in college? Didn’t you read Frost? He understood. Let him remind you:
I can’t say I completely and lovingly embraced her/his explanation. But I did find a melancholy beauty in its Truth.
I started to walk away when Approaching Autumn spoke her last: “And just so you know Neal, you don’t exactly look like summer anymore either.”
But she smiled as she made the comment. I released some pent-up tension and paid her back with a new season Melancholy Joy smile of my own.
“Let’s go,” I said to Robert.
And with creaky knees, I tackled the narrow 1850s stairwell and headed outside into yet another new day.
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