Georgia gubernatorial candidate Stacey Abrams was here in Savannah this morning for her “Let’s Get It Done Bus Tour.”
Robert excitedly attended without me (because I’m a bit under the weather this weekend).
Natalie Portman is in town this month filming her latest movie, so she introduced Stacey.
May Stacey Abrams be our next Georgia governor !
HR and Stacey. You can tell they are “very close.”
Buying end-of-season green beans this morning at Davis Produce here in Savannah.
Now let’s see, how shall I cook them?
So, Robert and I were enjoying an evening walk here in historic district Savannah near where we live. Minding our own business. When we came upon this …
Wait. You need to look down.
See? Broken eggshells carefully placed at the base of the door to this business.
Robert frustratingly interrupted me by taking my pic as I was trying to start an important investigative report.
But. What? Huh? Eggshells at the bottom of a door?
I tried to research it a bit. But didn’t find too much except for vague references to Savannah voodoo and magic.
What do you think is going on here?
Should I go to the business Monday morning and ask?
On our Saturday morning walk, across the street from us here in Historic District Savannah, we came across resurrection fern bursting forth from … bricks.
Do you know about resurrection fern?
Southern Living magazine …
The fern looks dead when it’s dry, but when it rains, it becomes beautifully green. Even from bricks.
I’m not resurrection fern, but I’m growing from brick too.
Here’s resurrection fern this evening from outside our front door, looking up.
We could probably learn a thing or two from resurrection fern.
I, resurrection fern, am in the lower left, with my green cousins nearby.
Going into a bathroom in New York recently, I saw these notices …
No? Don’t throw toilet paper into the toilet?
NO? DON’T FLUSH
ANYTHING DOWN THE TOILET?!
To throw or to flush—that is the question!
Yesterday morn, Robert and I headed over to a new bistro near us, Alexander’s, for coffee and a little breakfast. I got my usual (whatever drip they were featuring), but HR went all fancy — a latte with mocha.
Look at the coffee.
Look at me.
The orange flower was edible! (He didn’t share.)
My coffee came in a sad brown paper cup. I had to force it to let me take its picture.
After HR’s sausage roll and my Kanelbullar cinnamon roll (with pearled sugar!), we just weren’t ready to leave, so we shared a beautifully delicious Scottish Egg.
Fun, fun morning.