“Revival”



“Revival”



Can you guess what you’re seeing in the three photos below?




Marveling at the simple Breakfast Beauty of Beans and Franks.
From start to finish.






“Pretty” Good

I hope you find something Marvelous this Monday Morning.
“Squirrel”

I have been feeling a bit queasy and under the weather today because of some meds I’m having to take for a heel spur, of all things.
Sort of a gray day.
And just take a gander at the definitions of “spur.”

Excuse me, but this spur ain’t urging this horse forward! There’s zilch prompting or encouraging going on here.
So whenever I’m feeling a little sickly, especially stomach wise, I do what Mama did. I take out a can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup …

… and pull out a sleeve of “soda crackers” and let the healing begin.
[Sidebar: I know that both the soup and the crackers are high in sodium, which I usually try to avoid, but not when I’m sick. At the sickly stage, I’m ready to ingest salt by the spoonfulls, or is it “spoonsfull”?]

And for some reason, maybe nostalgia, maybe the power of comfort food, maybe the connection with Mama, the soup almost always plays its role in healing manifestation.

I’m feeling better.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Enjoying a backyard Memorial Day cookout at a dear friend’s house.


2. Breathing deeply.

3. Always having enough food to eat.
4. Kitchen utensils.

5. The truth of this short poem by Alex Brown.

May the weekend ahead be ENOUGH for all of us.

YUM!

HR and my Sunday Roast (on Tuesday night), with potatoes, carrots, onions and mushrooms for supper. (I like the word “supper” so much better than “dinner.”)






May you find incredible joy in food.
An occasional blog post category highlighting what I consider to be … cute.
All the “Little Free Libraries” I keep discovering.
Like this one at Seminole State Park in Donalsonville, GA (which Robert and I visited recently).

And where I found this very cool coffee table-ish book.

As frustrating as it is to me, and as disappointing that I’m sure it is to you, I will probably never be a saint.
Here’s HR and a Little Library at nearby Lake Mayer, where we often walk.

Do you have the Little Free Libraries in your area?

Marveling at the unexpected beauty and little surprise of joy from looking down and spotting another one of Mother Nature’s children.

