Recently Robert and I were driving back from a day adventure at the fascinating Webb Wildlife Management Area in Garnett, SC when we looked off to the right and saw this …
Yes, I know, the scene is difficult to see clearly. So HR pulled to the side of the road, and we walked nearer.
But the brush was SO thick, and we couldn’t get very close.
Two old cars hidden in the woods.
There has to be a story here somewhere.
And that’s my hidden-story Saturday Evening Post.
Recently Robert and I visited Southern Belle Farms in McDonough GA. Walking to the side of their fabulous country market, HR yelled, “Neal, look! Baby Jesus on a truck!”
And sure enough, as I got closer, I saw them—all the stars of the traditional crèche: Mary, Joseph and the Baby. The Three Wise Men. An Angel. A Shepherd and his Sheep.
All mounted on an old school farm truck!
Robert started pointing and giving a little impromptu lecture about the various Nativity personnel, as if I were a toddler new to Sunday School.
Mentally asleep for a while in his mansplaining words, I finally woke up and asked, “What do you think happened to Mary’s left arm?”
“Neal, you’re missing the whole point of the display!” he sputtered as he huffed off toward the Kettle Corn stand.
I stood there for a while, pondering about what was missing. Until I finally followed the buttery scent to the Kettle Corn and to Robert.
And that’s My Saturday Evening Post.
And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.
I think my husband might be gay …
And from our wedding back in 2016 …
And that’s my Saturday Evening Post …
Robert and I were walking through Telfair Square here in Savannah last night after dinner. The statue-laden Telfair Academy (the first public art museum in the South, 1888) shone incandescently, perhaps a bit eerily, exuding both pride and remorse in our city’s problematic past.
I paused and gazed up into the heavy, meandering limbs of the ancient Live Oak trees, limbs laden with both desiccated (for now) resurrection fern and new, brilliant green spring leaves.
Death and life together.
The street light could not illuminate all their crevices.
“Some of these trees have to be older than the academy itself,” I thought, as we walked out of the past. “If only trees could talk!”
A light breeze kneaded the old and the new together, causing an audible whispering in the leaves.
And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.
Yesterday in my Five Friday Happy Bringers, I mentioned the delicious joy that can be found in simple food.
And these days, with the turmoil going on in our nation, I need bits of joy wherever they can be found.
Easy breakfast. Costco Apple Danish.
Okay, maybe HR sliced some fresh strawberries on top of the apples.
Thick-cut bacon with freshly ground black pepper and a dash of cayenne.
LOVE-ly morning.
So tonight, I made Espresso Martinis for Robert and me.
I settled on the couch, and kitty cat Benny jumped into my lap.
Okay, “Rest little one.”
But then, lo and behold, a FOX jumped into my (beautiful) martini glass …
We talked a while.
Then somehow, he disappeared.
And that’s my Saturday Evening Post.
So this afternoon Robert and I enjoyed a Late Lunch of Smash-burgers at the Crispi Food Truck in front of local brewery Two Tides here in Savannah.
Here’s HR negotiating the colorful stairs afterwards, sporting his expensive Braves jersey (don’t get me started), knee brace (long story) and little gay socks.
What? You can’t really see them and want a better look? Okay, no problem …
Well, after a long time getting down the stairs, we walked a bit in the cool and hip Starland District of Savannah. And we ran across this also cool and hip tattoo parlor/clothing boutique.
I love their … “entry requirements.”
If only every establishment in these United States of America could hold the same “entry requirements/blessings.”
I love the sky. It’s ever-changing. It’s mysterious. It has a mind of its own.
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