
Halloween’s a’coming.

Halloween’s a’coming.
Marveling at last night’s Sunday Supper—a somewhat odd-looking but delicious new one-pan dish.

Roasted Pistachio-Crusted Salmon with Broccoli





Good Morning!
Buying end-of-season green beans this morning at Davis Produce here in Savannah.



Now let’s see, how shall I cook them?
1. Having a bed. To lay my head on every night. What a blessing. And to share with my Robert.


The little black bedside lamp was a birthday gift to me from my parents when I was in junior high.

2. Memories—the beautiful as well as the not-so-pretty. They are all a part of our legacy of life.
3. The unique scent of pine.

4. Low country boil for lunch this week.

5. The many faces of pruning.


See them?

Morning walk around Lake Mayer here in Savannah.

May you catch glimpses of beauty this weekend.
I hope you’re having a good Last Day of Summer 2022.



“Soul”
A “little lunch” at Cahill’s Market and Chicken Kitchen, Bluffton, SC




HR (“Husband Robert” for the uninitiated) and I were meandering around the Baltimore Museum of Art and stumbled outside to find … her.

Fruit: Bronze Statue by Emile-Antoine Bourdelle
Robert is most often bolder than me. “Hello, ma’am. May I have some of your fruit?”

“ I guess so. Because of your red pants.”

“Many, many thanks, ma’am.”

“You’re a cutie. Look behind.”

Generosity.
Walking to beautiful Forsyth Park here in Savannah, HR and I came upon this old Spanish Moss-covered tree we had passed many a time before.

But this time, the tree beckoned us over.

“What,” I asked, still not sure what was going on.

“Why do you all walk past me, ignoring me, disrespecting me? I have been here long before any of you arrived.”
And for the first time in, well, forever, I saw the tree as a living being. A fellow creature on planet earth.

A tree who “sees and understands.”