Make Better Scrambled Eggs (plus a haiku!) #NaHaiWriMo

Some things are universal.

Like the pursuit of fluffiness in scrambled eggs.

A recent story in the Extra Crispy blog / newsletter shares a simple approach for making this most ubiquitous of breakfast foods a “billion times better”. I share this as a service to Glover Gardens readers: I know how much you care about eggs, because whenever I post about them, you click like crazy.

Photo by Lauri Patterson via Getty Images

Check it out in this story by Kat Kinsman (with the “billion times better” secret): Make Better Scrambled Eggs with This Device | Extra Crispy.

And because it is #NaHaiWriMo (National Haiku Writing Month), here’s a haiku nod to the humble scrambled egg:

diner-style goodness;
this perfect protein provides
sunshine for breakfast

Happy scrambled haiku eggs.

Copyright 2018, Glover Gardens

Love the Grill-Meister, Love Haiku, Happy Valentine’s to All (#NaHaiWriMo)

I committed to posting a haiku per day – no matter how much you protest! – during National Haiku Writing Month (#NaHaiWriMo). But today, I’ve got two, nay, three haiku. It’s Valentine’s Day, and I would like to celebrate my own special valentine, the Grill-Meister.

 – Don’t read this if you find other people’s love stories yucky! – 

It has been a hectic year for us since last Valentine’s Day, the low point being the unexpected death of my Dad on our wedding anniversary in June of 2017. That was a blow like none I have ever experienced. Dad was the best, an amazing person by all accounts.

I was so grateful to have a loving partner to help me ride those grief waves without drowning, and to navigate together the myriad of other challenges that were 2017, so I wrote this haiku.

Love Poem for the Grill-Meister #1

life’s pace, chaotic

different challenges daily

you are the constant

Oak Tree
This oak tree reminds me of the support I get from the Grill-Meister

But I am at heart an upbeat person, and that little poem about the strength of Tom’s support of doesn’t reflect the celebration that is our life together. So here’s another haiku, the bookend to the first one.

Love Poem for the Grill-Meister #2

our pattern is love

our celebrations, daily

each of us chosen

Tom and Kim at Jazz Fest
Our wacky selves at NOLA’s Jazz Fest in 2015

And maybe there’s one more, this one reflecting why it works for us. A very simple formula for living happily ever after: acceptance.

Love Poem for the Grill-Meister #3

total acceptance

we gift this to each other

truly, simply, love

Tom and Kim and I Love You Sign
Redwood forest, 2011


I love haiku, I love the Grill-Meister, and I love all y’all Glover Gardens followers. Happy Valentine’s Day, and may it bring you love.

Copyright 2018, Glover Gardens

National Haiku Writing Month (#NaHaiWriMo) and the 5-7-5 Controversy

February is National Haiku Writing Month, a juxtaposition of the shortest month of the year and the shortest form of poetry. The hashtag is #NaHaiWriMo, to make the whole thing even shorter. The idea is to write and post a haiku every day in February.

Haiku is a favorite  pastime of mine (see the archives) and I applaud the effort to get more folks to create and appreciate it. I’m going to join the one-haiku-per-day movement for the rest of February, relying in part on a cache of unpublished little unrhymed verses I’ve written and saved, all in the 5-7-5 syllabic structure.

no205-7-5But according to the NaHaiWriMo site, 5-7-5 (syllables, that is) is an urban myth, a somewhat contemptible English interpretation of the traditional Japanese structure for haiku. The late Japanese-American poet Keiko Imaoka explains in the essay, Forms in English, that the more appropriate number of syllables in English (if one was counting, which one should not), would actually be about 11. About. To drive this point home, the NaHaiWriMo site has adopted the “anything but 5-7-5” image shown on the left.  It’s a mantra to remind us haiku writers, in their words:

not to get a case of mumpsimus, or being stuck in your ways despite evidence to the contrary. With English-language haiku, you have no need to persist in any adherence to the incorrect idea or belief in 5-7-5 syllables.”

haikuIn addition to being edifying and enlightening, I find this all rather stuffy and amusing. Why should it bother anyone if I choose a 5-7-5 structure for my little “Texas gal with the bigger-than-she-expected life” haiku pieces? Like a woman who wears an inappropriate dress to a party but feels like a million bucks in it, I think I’ll just write haiku my way, even if it means I have a case of “mumpsimus”. It may be a stretch, but I think it is possible that an English-language haiku could be a decent poem, even if it adheres to that back-water 5-7-5 syllabic form Americans adopted in the 50s when haiku became popular.

Or maybe I’ll just throw caution to the wind and mix up my syllabic count. A haiku a day for the rest of the month – anything could happen!

the rule-makers rant:
“5-7-5 – it just can’t
be a true haiku”

And yes, I know, the piece above does not fit the thematic form of any kind of haiku. So be it!

Copyright 2018, Glover Gardens


Magnificent Mountains: Same View, Different Weather, Life is Good

I love, love, love being in the mountains; there is so much variety in the weather. Here are two versions of the view from the back porch of Little House in the Rockies, close-ups of the mountain range behind us. What a difference a day made!

A winter storm dominated the view in the first photo, and only Palmer Peak is visible. The snow-filled sky cloaks the higher summits of Mount Silverheels behind it.

The brooding storm approaches

The next afternoon, the broad expanse of this part of the Front Range is exposed, with Palmer Peak dominated by the higher mountaintops behind it.

Palmer Peak in Sun
The calm and beautiful aftermath; more snow atop the peaks in the distance

A snowstorm came and went between these two photos, and we were snug and warm in our little cabin, watching.

Watching the storm roll in, watching the snow hide the mountains, watching the birds take a few last seeds from the feeder.


Life is good.

Copyright 2018, Glover Gardens