
A colorfully lovely new exhibit at our favorite art museum here in Savannah, The Jepsen Center.

Continually changing colors and configurations.

(As we all are.)



A colorfully lovely new exhibit at our favorite art museum here in Savannah, The Jepsen Center.

Continually changing colors and configurations.

(As we all are.)


Robert and I live in an old 1800’s apartment building in Historic District Savannah, so we don’t have much garden space. But we do what we can. (Correction: HR manages most of the “doing.”)
Here’s our little Japanese maple as she decided to “seasonally change” her outerwear recently.

Isn’t she gorgeous?!
I told her, EXCITEDLY, that she was simply LOVELY in her shimmering gold, thinking she would receive the compliment graciously.
And she did. Sort of. The she smiled, as wise sentient beings often do and said with patience (which wise sentient beings often have): “Neal” (I was thrilled she knew my name), “seasonal change, as you call it, is a part of life. We all go through it.”
“And sometimes it strips you bare.”

My smile drooped a bit. I wasn’t really keen on that part of our convo.
“It’s a part of life,” she said with no trepidation in her voice.
Maple got me to thinking, and I know I have probably used this poem far too often in my blog, but it SO resonates with me, especially as I’m getting … older and “seasonally changing.”
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
— Robert Frost
Here are a few of Robert’s photos of Maple and her “seasonal change.”



May we all “seasonally change” so gracefully.

So today, HR and I had lunch with our dear friends Don and Jim at the salad-ly delicious Urban Deli within walking distance of us here in historic district Savannah.
Beyond yummy food.
Especially their salads.
I opted for the brussels sprouts salad, along with a healthy helping of their red beet salad.
I consumed it far too quickly, never thinking about taking a photo remembrance.
Afterwards, as we were sitting, stuffed, Savannah fall conversing, I looked down on my plate …

And saw a still life masterpiece.



So for this Sunday evening before Thanksgiving, I was thinking about what the holiday is actually all about and ran across this little meditation on giving thanks and embracing gratitude …





Happy Pride from Savannah’s Forsyth Park.

Yes, I know. Pride is traditionally celebrated in the month of June. But it’s SO warm down here in south Georgia that we opt to have it in October. But today was a VERY warm October day.

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Granddaughter Isabelle pumpkin-patching.


2. Fall!

3. I know I have mentioned this far too many times, but … the ability to BREATHE. In, Out. In, Out. In, Out.
4. Interesting trail names on a recent hike at nearby Whitemarsh Island Preserve Trail …


5. A cool artistic statue on the Augusta, Georgia river walk.


May you hurry to a wonderful weekend ahead!
Robert’s Hand, Benny’s Head.



What a Challenge!