2. Robert’s incredible “Sin-sational Chocolate Cake” at Savannah’s Gallery Expresso the other evening.
Decadent chocolate cream cheese icing!
3. Remembering joyful childhood summers.
4. The sky. It’s always there. Clouds, rain, storms, industrial pollution/smoke, etc. may come and go across it for a time, but the sky is always there. Holding it all.
5. Our simple vegetable dinner last night. Charred bok choy, oven-roasted yellow squash, and fresh ripe tomatoes.
Marveling this morning at the Moving Forward of Life.
Recently, step-grandson Jack meticulously planned out a surprise marriage proposal and follow-up surprise engagement party for his beautiful long-time girlfriend Tori.
She said “Yes!”
(What on earth would he have done with all that food if she had said “No!”?)
The party was a blast at Savannah’s Isle of Hope Marina.
Tori told Robert and me that her engagement ring actually belonged to her grandmother, then to her mother.
Photos, of course.
Jack’s Savannah family, with Robert and me (Abu) on the far left.
The magnificent Southern Magnolia is in her full blooming glory this spring here in Savannah.
For a couple of weeks now, as we drove or walked by one, I would say to Robert, “We should get a few blossoms for a little arrangement.”
But the ivory white beauties always seemed to be above my humble reach.
Until one day as I was driving us home, HR semi-yelled, “Neal! Pull over!”
A couple of small magnolias with a few blossoms I could possibly get!
I plucked several and brought them home.
And how beautiful and aromatic they were …
… for the first couple of days.
But Day Three told another, darker story …
What?! Why?!
Staring forlornly at my Brown Bouquet, I immediately thought of Robert Frost:
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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Thanks for the encouragement, Frost!
But I know he is right, and I know that I really did enjoy them for a couple of days.
But why did they and I “sink to grief” so quickly?
Google AI told me:
“Magnolia petals are highly sensitive to bruising, temperature changes, and handling. When picked and placed in a vase, the oils on human skin will quickly turn the delicate white petals brown. Additionally, the exposed, pollen-heavy blooms are prone to rapid shock, wilting, and bruising from air exposure.”
Oh no! Why didn’t I Google earlier? And what could I have done differently?
AI answered:
“To make your blooms last for up to a week, follow these quick-handling tricks:
Wear gloves: Handle the stems and petals using floral gloves or a clean cloth so the natural oils on your hands don’t transfer and cause bruising.
Strip the foliage: Remove most of the leaves along the stem, as they steal moisture away from the flower. Leave only the 4-5 leaves closest to the bloom.
Dump the pollen: Turn fully open blooms upside down and gently shake them to remove excess pollen, which otherwise speeds up decay.”