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I wanted to see one of the newer and smaller exhibits at the Jepson Center.


I have always considered birds to be the personification of elegance and upper echelon beauty.
I was enthralled.








My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. A beautiful Martin Luther King Day parade here in Savannah.





2. Truth:

3. Grandson Gabriel’s soaring pink basketball shoes.

4. The incredible luxury of owning a car! Which like many (most?) things I usually take for granted.
Here’s ours …

Kidding.
Here it is …

(With Robert texting or something in his skinny jeans.)
Ours may be little and a bit shy, but she takes us from Point A to Point B. And even sometimes from Point A to Point Z!
5. You in all your You-ness.
May You and your You-ness find Warmth and a measure of Joy this weekend.
Oh-My-Goodness! Yum!
(Can all that count as one word please?)


Robert’s incredible New York Strip dinner the other night with my farmers market limas and his steakhouse garlic mushrooms.

… from a January Savannah camellia and me.









So HR got me this cool and beautiful book for Christmas.

I love it.
From the intro: “Flowers are incredible. They have the power to calm, heal, and allow us to express our deepest emotions without saying a word. They can boost your mood, reduce stress, and improve well-being.”
“Choosing a flower for its traditional meaning, natural energy, or holistic properties, you can bring the benefits of the natural world into your home or workplace, and into the lives of loved ones.”

My birth flower is the carnation, so when I turned #{£%&@ on January 10, we picked up some pink and white lovelies.
Following the advice of philosopher of contemporary living and favorite author Alexandra Stoddard, we divided the bouquet into smaller arrangements and placed them around the apartment.


What a difference the addition of a few fresh flowers can make!
“Carnations have long been associated with love. Different colors of carnation have various meanings with the overall theme of love: pink carnations are symbolic of pure and romantic love; red ones signify ardent love, and white tell the recipient they are fair and beautiful.”

So the beautiful carnations coronating our little place helped to heal me of the shocked revelation on January 10 that I am now #{£%&@ years old!

Collards are probably my favorite winter vegetable. (Delete “probably.”)
Yesterday morning Robert and I went to our incredibly and beautifully diverse Savannah Farmers Market, where I grabbed a bunch of the green delicacy.
I rushed back home to clean them (the collards, not the farmers) and create my favorite part of the collarding experience— making the collard bouquet!

Isn’t she beautiful?!

Next, the chopping into manageable pieces. (Which sounds a bit too much like “Sweeny Todd” to suit my fancy.)

After placing the greens into an already-been-cooking mixture of broth and ham seasoning meat, and impatiently waiting for them to slowly cook …

DELICIOUS JOY!

Wait! Don’t throw those too-thick collard stems away, for goodness sake. Make homemade vegetable stock with them.


My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. January’s camellias here in Savannah.




2. I know I have expressed gratitude about this before, but isn’t it just such an incredible luxury to have Hot and Cold Running Water?!
3. This little fellow I met yesterday.

We chatted for a while. And he posed for a pic.

4. Simple sidewalk beauty.


5. A little bit of Christmas simply refusing to go away.

May weekend beauty find you.