Inclusiveness is the only way we can ever be whole.
Gumbo is a family treasure, seashells elicit childhood memories, and these napkin rings made with shells we found 40 years ago bring echoes of the past into the now.
A poem by Gordon Parks speaks of curiosity, wonder, celebration of life and nature, and the awesome, simple, dead-on-target mindfulness of children.
I have hundreds of cookbooks. Literally. It’s Mom’s Fault (thanks, Mom!) I’m a cookbook collector, or maybe even a cookbook pack rat. It might be a bit of a sickness. I’ve tried to slow it down, but for a while there, I was on a […]
My dad was born 80 years ago today in West Texas as the Great Depression was coming to an end in the shadow of another Great War in Europe, a time before regular Americans realized we’d be involved in that war. With that backdrop and […]
The Glover Gardens response to the nomination from the A. JoAnn Blog for a Sunshine Blogger Award. I like that name: sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy.
Headed out to the Round Top Chili Cookoff with friends today, I’m inspired to reblog this post from last year. It’s a tale of a chili cook-off fundraiser in a tiny Texas town, two friends, five gallons of spilled chili, dozens of kind people and […]
It seems like yesterday that I was creating this post, Happy New Year! and looking ahead to 2017, and now here we are again, at the brink of yet another new year. I look forward to sharing and connecting with you all in 2018 via the […]
The newlyweds in the Glover Gardens family chose their aliases for the blog after making a wonderful quiche they knew I would post about.
It’s the Little Things: A Big Red Hibiscus, a Jar Full of Daisies and Fairy Lights on the Front Porch
The Grill-Meister and I celebrate our 9th anniversary tomorrow; Glover Gardens was “born” on the summer solstice in 2008. I was just looking at pictures from that wonderful weekend of wedding events and saw a photo of the simple daisies that were the decorations at […]