“Sweet”



“Sweet”



As I mentioned before, Robert and I are staying at an old farmhouse in Effingham County, Georgia while our Savannah apartment is being renovated.

Here are a few photos to give you a taste of the personality of the farmhouse.







I’ve been doing a bit of both this Monday.
I’m marveling as I remember the nostalgic fun and yumminess of our recent traditional New Year’s Day menu: Collard Greens and Black Eyed Peas.

Do you include these or similar items on your first-day-of-the-brand-new-year menu? Or is it just another quirky thing we do here in the Deep South?
Granny always encouraged/commanded me: “Nealie” (her nickname for me), “now eat your greens and peas. The greens will bring you lots of money in the form of bills, and the peas will bring you lots of change.”
Thanks, Granny, but I’m moaning a bit today as well … waiting, waiting for the cash jackpot.

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. These gorgeous Paperwhite Narcissus jewels blooming in the yard of the old farmhouse (in January!) where Robert and I are staying while our kitchen and living room get a renovation.


2. Daughter Amy and her Hubby Scott being named one of Savannah’s “Power Couples” in the current issue of Savannah Magazine.





3. Simplicity.
The older I get, the simpler I desire my life to be.

4. Good deals.

5. Anything Cardinal.

May you catch some joy this weekend.










Marveling this morn at … Sunlight on Robert.

While our Downtown Savannah place is undergoing a much-needed kitchen and living room renovation, HR and I will be staying “out in the country” in an old farmhouse that belonged to the grandparents of a good friend of ours.


But back to Robert.






My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Kitty Benny in black and white on my lap the other morning.

2. Blessings of the New Year waiting to be revealed.

3. The wonderful ability to Breathe Deeply.
4. Robert and my New Year’s Eve/New York Strip cookout.

It was warm enough to eat outside.



5. Remembering this festively pedaling Santa that HR and I saw in Manhattan a few weeks ago.

As in “The Ball Drops.”

Grandson Gabriel loving his high school basketball career. He’s a sophomore.
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With B Balls often Dropping …

G plays tonight in the championship game of an area holiday tournament.