Posted in Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling?

Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 8/4/25

Well, I suppose that I am Marveling this morning, but with a side of Moan.

My favorite rose relief at Bonaventure

Yesterday morn, instead of attending our beautiful and inclusive Asbury Church here in Savannah, Robert and I played hooky. Since it was an unusually cool reprieve from our stiflingly serious summer heat, I suggested we drive over to Savannah‘s iconic Bonaventure Cemetery and do what we have not been doing much this summer … walk outside.

What a beautiful, old cemetery/park, along a bluff of the tranquil Wilmington River.

We took our time, walking quietly, almost meditatively, under the ancient live oaks and magnolias. A morning breeze (amazingly refreshing for early August!) invited the Spanish Moss to a ceremonial Dance of the Dead above our heads.

About an hour into this Sauntering Sunday Service, I somewhat wearily gazed through the overgrown and dark green “we-bloomed-months-ago” azalea bushes.

And saw it.

“Let’s walk over there, Robert.”

A small mausoleum, circa 1927, darkened and a bit crumbling with age and wear, the small double doors having patinated over the decades into a glorious, deep metallic green.

The Schroder family whispered us closer, even offering me a little sitting of rest (which I desperately needed).

‘Neal, look behind you,” HR quietly instructed.

Someone (who?) had placed a single, long-stemmed, radiantly red rose at the foot of the doors, below the two “S’s.”

(My last name is Saye, Robert’s is Smith, I for some reason thought.)

“Pick it up.”

I obeyed, trying to avoid the thorns.

I have been dealing with some frustrating physical issues (thorns!) lately—causing me to be a bit out of sorts with the world and with life.

73 years come with challenges.

Then again …

Anne Bronte

And I still crave the rose.

Posted in Challenges

Staying Alive 🎶

The mid-summer heat is incredible down here in my Savannah, Georgia—as it seems to be in much of our weathered nation.

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Yesterday afternoon here in Savannah 

Real Feel of 114? Seriously?

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On early morning walks (it’s far too hot for me to walk midday), I have noticed one resilient plant that seems to not only survive in this oppressive heat and brutal sunshine, but actually to THRIVE.

Crepe Myrtle

“Some plants perform best when the heat is on; Crape Myrtles revel in the sun and heat. They are summer show-offs.  In full bloom this beautiful shrub/tree radiates color, sporting a full head of crinkled, “crepe” like blooms in various shades.” aldenlane.com

May we follow crepe myrtle’s exemplary leadership in this very hot time in our nation.

It’s dangerously hot, but we will stay alive!

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 6/13/25

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. LOVE-ly coffee.

Origin Coffee Bar, Savannah

2. Watching (spying on?) and documenting my Handsome Hubby, as he walks toward our little car heading to an appointment.

“Parting is such sweet sorrow.”

3. Spices! Robert and I love them.

Our spice drawer ..

Simply Organic is my favorite spice brand.

Our spice shelf …

Our Spice Club! …

Once a month or so, our local library offers patrons a new spice, along with an explanation and several recipes. This month is a spice I have never heard about before: Summer Savory.

“Summer savory, Satureja hortensis, is a sweet- and spicy-smelling herb, lighter in flavor than winter savory. It is a member of the Lamiaceae, or mint family, and is indigenous to the Mediterranean region. It is also closely related to rosemary, thyme, oregano, sage, and mar-joram. Summer savory had both culinary and medicinal uses in ancient Greece and Rome.” Bull Street Library Spice Club

4. The amazing ability to simply Pay Attention. (That trait is sometimes a bit of a challenge for me and my “all over the map” brain.)

5. I SO appreciate the theme of this year’s Pride Festival in Atlanta.

RoughDraft Atlanta

May we all have a weekend where, even on the most minute of levels, we Realize that we can Resist that which attempts to damage our lives.

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 5/30/25

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. This unique little “Dog Library” that I discovered near us here in historic district Savannah the other day.

A variation of the Free Little Libraries and Free Little Pantries scattered across the country?

2. This simple, unassuming little fresh-from-the-garden zucchini gift from friends and what I made from it.

YUM!

3. Rejuvenating Spring Rain. (We’ve had a bunch of it lately.)

4. Robert’s Oh So Delicious! St. Louis Ribs on Memorial Day.

5. Attending a fascinating lecture at our local Jepson Center for the Arts about their latest exhibit, Moss Mystique: Southern Women and Newcomb Pottery.

We didn’t know much about Newcomb Pottery until our Toledo-in-the-Summer and Savannah-in-the-Winter friends Don and Jim told us all about the incredible pottery.

From the exhibit: “IN 1895, THE ART DEPARTMENT AT THE H. SOPHIE NEWCOMB MEMORIAL COLLEGE, a women’s school in New Orleans, Louisiana, began a new enterprise: the Newcomb College Pottery. The educators hoped to provide their graduates with way of putting their design education into practice and earning an income in a manner that was socially acceptable for white upper-class women.”

“These women decorated a variety of wares with ornament inspired by regional fora and fauna. Though students were educated in ceramics, the Pottery hired men to create the wares, which were formed from a mixture of clays from around the region. Promoting the Pottery to national and international audiences, its founders and some decorators claimed that the products were unique and authentic representations of the American South.”

“The Pottery’s aesthetics shifted dramatically over the following decades, and the school added other media, such as textiles, to the enterprise, but the emphasis on these products ‘Southerness’ remained in place until the Pottery’s closure in 1939.”

“Drawn from the permanent collection of the Newcomb Art Museum of Tulane University, this exhibition explores Newcomb decorators choice of imagery and their relationships with regional identity. Plants and vacant landscapes suggested isolation from busy urban centers in New England and the Midwest, while moss-draped oak and cypress trees matched descriptions in fiction that romanticized the pre-Civil War period. Even the decorators’ status as upper-class white women placed them as ‘belles’ in these fantasies. Though these women created many of these designs over 100 years ago, their work reinforced perceptions about the American South that remain powerful today.”

May you Exhibit some Powerful Joy this mid-spring Weekend!

Posted in Beautiful Savannah, Humor

Always Leave Room

This is a fairly long post, so you might want to put on some comfortable shoes and grab a snack.

Yesterday Robert and I visited the most SPECTACULAR garden center hideaway here in the greater Savannah area: Savannah’s Secret Garden.

But wait. Let me back up a second.

On Monday, we went over to the backyard of our friends and fellow church members Pat and Mary Prokop.

“Hmm, why their back yard?” you are surely asking. “Won’t they let you inside their house?”

Well, because they (primarily Pat) are incredible gardeners of flowers and vegetables (and friends).

Now I’m going to plagiarize a bit from HR‘s recent blog post about the same garden party.

But first he is forcing me to include the link to HIS blog post about the garden party.

SKIP OVER IT VERY QUICKLY SO YOU WON’T READ HIS BEFORE MINE!

Whew!


The plagiarism: Pat and Mary open up their garden each Memorial Day weekend to be enjoyed by all: gardeners, garden lovers, photographers, solar panel enthusiasts, astronomers (all Prokop hobbies). Sit a spell under a cool patio with fans and cold drinks, pet the garden cat “Grizabella” who roams freely (yes, from the “Cats” Broadway play).

A few of my photos from the garden party:

All the dahlias are darling! But this off-white beauty is my favorite.

While we were sitting in the shade, chatting with Pat, Mary and guests, for some reason HR (Husband Robert for any newbie readers) brought up the pitiful fact (pitiful since we were sitting in a glorious backyard garden) that he and I only have some potted plants and a tiny tree lawn in front of our place in downtown Savannah. But that we are looking to plant some milkweed to draw the butterflies!

“Then you HAVE to go to Savannah’s Secret Garden!” one of the guests immediately exclaimed!

“Wow,” a secret garden,” I thought. “Then I wonder how you ever find the place.”

Next my mind wondered a while back to when young actor/singer/grandson Daniel played the part of Colin in the Savannah Children’s Theater production of The Secret Garden and I presented him with an “Academy Award” …

“Neal!” Robert (rudely) interrupted my yesteryear thoughts, “Let’s remember to go to Savannah‘s Secret Garden to look for milkweed.”

Fast-forward (backward?) to yesterday, which indeed found us at the delightfully hidden-away secret garden nursery.

We spent about an hour meandering around the lovely place …

… until we finally came across this secluded little corner … filled with the cutest Faires!

HR was mesmerized!

Moral of the story:

Oh, and here’s our marvelous milkweed …

Always leave room!