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My Saturday Evening Post 5/13/23 “Thank You”

Posted on May 13, 2023May 13, 2023 by Neal Saye

I’m Thankful to live in Savannah’s National Historic Landmark District, where daily walks never fail to reveal yet another source of marvel-worthy beauty.

As I’ve said before, HR and I live off Washington Square, the northeastern most of our 22 extant squares. It’s the tiny green one in the upper righthand corner on the map below. Across from the Savannah River.

The historic district is a walker’s dream, with surprises hidden down tiny lanes and in secret gardens.

Here a few sightings from our midday walk.

And a bit of gratitude and love to Jimmy Carter …

Thankful & Peaceful Saturday to you all.

P.S. I even thought some “weeds” were pretty, perched proudly at the curb, their dynamic green exuding roadside royalty.

Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 5/12/23

Posted on May 12, 2023May 12, 2023 by Neal Saye

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. Grandtwin Matthew as Walt Disney for a school project.

2. “This Cat.” In the early evening, I often walk out to one of our Savannah squares near where HR and I live. To read. And “This Cat” ALWAYS makes an appearance when I go to Warren Square.

3. Our fingernails and toenails. I’m not exactly sure why they make me happy. But they are such a part of us. And they’re SO determined. You have to cut them pretty often.

4. Exploring the nearby Effingham (County) Historical Museum with a couple of buddies.

5. A dolly from yesteryear.

5. The struggling but still here U.S. Postal Service.

May good health and true happiness be delivered to your door this weekend.

The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #18

Posted on May 11, 2023May 11, 2023 by Neal Saye

A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.

So the other morning I sat down to Robert’s yummy breakfast of English muffins, black raspberry jam, and some kinda seasoned stir-fry potatoes.

I was still trying to wake up, but immediately saw some artistic possibility when I popped a couple of dollops of jam onto the two halves of the bread.