One of my favorite spots at the old farmhouse where we are staying … the OLD mailbox. Unused of course. Except by the birds.
You’ve (Not) Got Mail!
Tag: Photography
Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 2/2/26
Marveling at the fun of watching Benny in his first-ever snow walk.
Shhh … Silent Sunday. 2/1/26
Five Friday Happy Bringers 1/30/26
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. The Joy of Sharing a Meal with Friends.
2. Oh my GOODness, Tuesday’s breakfast at Ally’s Bakery in Rincon GA, near the farmhouse where we’re staying while our place in Savannah is being renovated.
Ally’s cakes and cookies are works of art. Check out some of her work/art on her website:
https://www.allysbakeryllc.com/
3. The amazing ability to SMELL! Walking into Abby’s the first time!
4. Laughing at discovering the outdoor shower at the old farmhouse where we are staying. The farm belongs to our friend Gordon who lives in Arizona but keeps his grandparents’ farm for visits to Georgia.
Of course it has been FAR TOO COLD try it out!
5. But wasn’t too cold for a tuna salad picnic outside the farmhouse the other day.
May it be warm enough for you to bask in some Weekend Joy ahead.
One-Word Wednesday 1/28/25
“Unicorn”
Slightly Swaying but NOT Shivering Magnolia
It is COLD here at the OLD farmhouse where Robert and I are staying for a few weeks.
When I woke up this morn, the temp was 21 with a Real Feel of 14.
Oh my goodness!
This is Savannah, NOT Alaska.
Back off, Winter!
When I looked out the screen door (Doesn’t that sound country-ish?), I saw her, standing resolutely, albeit shivering in the cold. A young, perhaps teen, Southern Magnolia tree.
I just felt so sorry for her. Until she said, a bit loudly I thought for early morning, “Don’t pity me, sir. I’m fine, more than fine. I’m a Steel Magnolia.”
And then I realized that she wasn’t shivering at all — she was dancing.
I asked if I could film her. She sighed, but I could tell she was game. She gave me her permission.
Even with her youth, she looked so at ease, at one with her world. Confident of her place, her space, her bearing.
And even though I’m old enough to be her grandfather (if I were a tree), I felt like I should ask her something.
But, finally, I didn’t. I just stood there watching, warmed and encouraged by her presence.
Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 1/26/26
Marveling this morning at our incredible ability to … WALK.
Shhh … Silent Sunday. 1/25/26
I know it’s an abomination to post ice cream photos in all this cold weather, but we actually had a warm-enough day recently to sit outside and enjoy this incredible ice cream here in South Georgia.
My Saturday Evening Post: 1/24/25 “There Has To Be”
Recently Robert and I were driving back from a day adventure at the fascinating Webb Wildlife Management Area in Garnett, SC when we looked off to the right and saw this …
Yes, I know, the scene is difficult to see clearly. So HR pulled to the side of the road, and we walked nearer.
But the brush was SO thick, and we couldn’t get very close.
Two old cars hidden in the woods.
There has to be a story here somewhere.
????
And that’s my hidden-story Saturday Evening Post.
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