Winter storm Enzo brought record-breaking snows to the South along the Gulf of Mexico. Brrrr! It’s poetry-worthy!

A warming winter soup with a variety of vegetables and smoked ham hocks, with a kick from our Zippy Sicilian.

A 3-day weekend and a sub-freezing forecast inspire big batches of warming food in the Glover Gardens kitchen.

A gallery of beautiful hibiscus to remember what it’s like when it’s not the dead of winter, and a poem about hibiscus dreams and springtime memes.

Today’s January dreaming post is about the very simple but enormously satisfying routine of having pre-dinner appetizers in our backyard space called the Tree House (with food pics!).

4 poems about snow. Snow can be fun. Snow can be dangerous. Make a snowball, but don’t throw it at your Mom. Snow is a metaphor for lost love. Become a snow angel, not an avenging angel.

There will be repercussions: lawsuits and hearings, accusations and resignations, and perhaps, at long last, legislation and regulations.

I learned to make Chicken and Dumplings from a stellar recipe in Epicurious that was recommended by a colleague. Winter demands comfort food!

It was cold, damp, bleak and dreary. Dickens would have felt right at home.

Just around the corner from crowded Covent Garden in London, I found an unexpected peaceful haven, a magical courtyard. I had entered another dimension, Harry Potter-style.

A return to the slopes provided a fierce hunger and Amica’s Pizza in Salida beckoned to us from the street. What a great choice!

My Mom always hated January. Too cold. Too damp. Too boring. This is the first post in a series: January Dreaming.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” said the Grill-Meister as he fired up the outdoor burner to cook bacon in 5° weather.

5:30 a.m.5 degrees, a pot of teapeaceful solitude © 2018 Glover Gardens

Amarillo charmed us from a hotel window, in two very different ways. It was haiku-worthy!

Magpies pose and inspired haiku with their tuxedo coloring and bright blue wings.

I got a new camera for Christmas, the first one ever that has interchangeable lenses that detach and rates a case instead of rambling about in the bottom of my purse like my previous little point-n-shoot models. A respectable camera. A DSLR.  I’m the family…

Walking down this street in Paris, the sky called out to be photographed. I realized later that the essence of the City of Lights had imprinted.

Empathizing with the folks in Moscow for their sunless situation. They’re taking it better than I would. I salute them with a haiku.

Glover Gardens response to the weekly photo challenge, What Does Silence Look Like, from The Daily Post.