“Pineapple”


“Pineapple”


So last year, Robert and I joined Georgia’s uber-cool Farm Passport Program.

“The Farm Passport is your guide to discover Georgia, support local farms and experience fresh food. Grab your passport and let it guide you across the state to see the diversity of agriculture Georgia offers.
The Farm Passport features over 90 farms included in Georgia Farm Bureau’s Certified Farm Markets program, which was created to help people discover where their food comes from, meet the farm families who grew the food, and create lasting memories with loved ones as they travel the state.” Farm Bureau, GA
We had a blast and visited 22 Georgia Farms.
Last weekend we made a little trip to Macon to pick up our prizes and to explore old town Macon a bit.

Here I am with one of the leaders of the Passport Program.

And look! Here I am with HR and our nifty new Farm Traveler T-shirts. (After all, remember, it’s T-shirt Tuesday.)

And here are a few images from our time in Macon, which by the way is (was?) my birthplace.




The cool ceiling of our Airbnb …










A new (and silly) blog category inviting you to find HR (Husband Robert) in the photo.

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. HR’s beautifully delicious fresh Veggie Fajitas.





YUM!
2. Voting!

3. The privilege of waking up each morning. (Everybody doesn’t.)
4. Narcissus. Now! Now?


5. The sky!



Look up this Weekend!
Last Wednesday, I introduced the first of our church’s four Taize services before Easter. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, check out last week’s post real quick:
Tonight was beautifully simple and peaceful.


The theme revolved around the idea of our souls blessing God, instead of the usual other way around.
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“Bless the Lord, my soul,
And bless God’s holy name.
Bless the Lord, my soul,
Who leads me into life.”


PRAYER OF ST. FRANCIS
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is error, truth;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.

Again, May Peace be your Portion
Sometimes you just have to breathe, lean over and rest.

Then HR woke up and, without so much as a “Good Morning” made Hy stand right back up!

LIFE IS TOUGH.

