Category: Gumbo Cove
Who needs fireworks when you’ve got sunsets and peeps?
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.
Peaceful in Mississippi
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.
A Yellow Tie, Flip-Flops and an Alligator
A few random things as we batten down the hatches before Cristobal comes to visit.
A Mardi Gras-Ready Grocery Store
The grocery store had everything we needed, plus a coastal-Mississippi-right-before-Mardi-Gras culinary cultural tour.
Everything needs a foundation; you can’t just jump into something without laying the groundwork and expect it to work.
A Bird Boat in My Future
Every Seashell Tells a Story
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.
By the Water: The Best Way to Relax (Introducing Gumbo Cove)
Bay St. Louis has sun, sand, sea and serenity galore. It was everything we thought it would be, and more.