Actually, somewhat weirdly marveling.
Yesterday afternoon Robert and I ventured over to nearby Skidaway Island State Park (Savannah) for a hike. I was just amazed at the beauty of some of the DEAD things …
HR (you know) took the following pics.
Beauty endures.
“Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.”
“Shuttering”
… I know I’ve already posted my Five Friday Happy Bringers today, but I just got back from a late afternoon walk in my neighborhood here in Historic District Savannah, and I MUST show you what I saw …
The azaleas are just glorious this spring late winter.
The church spires kept urging me to look heavenward.
But there is just so much beauty here below!
1. HR (Husband Robert) making “Martha Stewart’s Grand Marnier French Toast.” Oh my goodness!
2. Robert FINALLY getting off his post-Covid/pneumonia supplemental oxygen yesterday, a month after it started! He feels free without all that tubing draping around him.
“Our bodies know how to be well and are always trying to move toward wellness.”
3. Sitting in Greene Square, a couple blocks from my house here in Savannah, with beautiful red azaleas and a tiny little red house in the background.
4. The luck/great fortune to just be alive!
5. Fresh Blueberries!
Have a berry good weekend ahead!
On a walk earlier today in my neighborhood, Savannah’s historic district, I was surprised by the green, the GREEN on the houses …
Here’s to Green!
Yes, it’s yet another Savannah-in-bloom posting. Like nothing blooms anywhere but in Savannah. But I simply MUST share this post with you.
Walking out to my own Washington Square, I saw …
Huh? What?
Someone had taken the time and made the effort to pick up fallen camellia blossoms and arrange them thusly.
And around benches.
So cool. See how the blossoms fall?
Someone’s work made marveling so easy.
Colorful, marvelous Monday to you all.
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
Savannah sun through the fronds on this morning’s walk.
“Floored.”
Our old floor (creaky, leaky, squeaky and drafty but beautiful) from the mid-1880’s in our small Savannah Historic District Abode.
