Just Peaceful, Just Birds, Just a New Year – Redux
Perhaps our celebration of each new year is a collective symbol of hopefulness, the idea that we can change, evolve and improve.
Category: Gumbo Cove
New Year’s Eve at Gumbo Cove
What’s on the menu at Gumbo Cove for New Year’s Eve 2025: a shrimp boil and focaccia.
Late December Light and Seagulls, Plus a Gratitude Haiku
Feeding seagulls and feasting our eyes on pastel sunsets in late December light is soul-nourishing.
Baked (Not Fried) Green Tomatoes, the Zippy Cajun Way
A Glover Gardens take on a Southern summer classic
Old Hat, New Hat: Childhood Beach Bonds Remain
A story of a hat and a shared sense of identity borne of innocent and playful times spent with friends while growing up at the beach.
Just Peaceful, Just Birds, Just a New Year
An open reflection in prose form on the hopefulness factor of celebrating the new year, illustrated by numerous species of shorebirds with a seemingly collective sense of peace and purpose.
Winter Solstice and Vast Lustrous Skies Beg for Poetry
The sky in Bay St. Louis is luminous, intoxicating, and just can’t take a bad photo, so I wrote a haiku to honor it.
Finding My Way Back to Watermelon Love
A lifetime of taste aversion to watermelon was vanquished with a Watermelon Salad. Sweet Baby Juiciness, that fruit is delectable!
Who needs fireworks when you’ve got sunsets and peeps?
A fiery sunset beats a fireworks display any day.
Who Cares if Niagara Falls When We are Side by Side?
Seagulls recall a jazz standard, Side by Side, and the Glovers of Glover Gardens had an anniversary.
We’re Not Crabby, We’re Happy!
Crabs caught just off our dock at Gumbo Cove were perfectly satisfying and reminiscent of my childhood at the beach in Gilchrist, TX.
Sunsets Make Me Happy (Hour)
Musings about why we appreciate sunsets, a recipe for a refreshing Chambord and rosé cocktail, and a haiku.
Hurry Up and Wait
We’re all waiting for the day when friends can once again be greeted with a bear hug.
Still Life: Redfish in Orange Basket
Hurricane Zeta is behind us, the new roof is going on and Kimball’s is back where it belongs. It’s the little things.
It was a Mud Bath, a Mud-Slinging Mess!
When a hurricane storm surge happens at Gumbo Cove, the water roars in from the Gulf and goes back out eventually, but leaves behind an unwelcome calling card: canal mud.
Hooray for the Post-Hurricane Power Angels!
Trucks, big, strong, sturdy, beautiful trucks, barrelling down the highway in a convoy, filled with workers loaded for bear and ready to slay the dragons of downed power lines to bring the lights back on for the people.
Stormy Weather: Reflections and Musings on Hurricanes
Remembering storms whose names have spawned headlines and headaches, headstones and heartache, hardships and heroism. And wondering, why do we have to name storms after people? Why not use diseases or the periodic table? Or colors?
the haiku that wrote itself under the apricot-indigo sky
Cicadas and air conditioners are the soundtrack of warm summer evenings as the indigo sky darkens on another day.
