A heron stopped by Gumbo Cove while I was there doing more cleanup from Hurricane Zeta.

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.

Cicadas and air conditioners are the soundtrack of warm summer evenings as the indigo sky darkens on another day.

Loose guidelines for a super-easy chowder that’s ready in about a half hour. And wowza, is it good!

A few random things as we batten down the hatches before Cristobal comes to visit.

The grocery store had everything we needed, plus a coastal-Mississippi-right-before-Mardi-Gras culinary cultural tour.

A brown pelican dictates a conservation haiku.

Everything needs a foundation; you can’t just jump into something without laying the groundwork and expect it to work.

There’s a birding boat in our future!

Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I want to write more about the gentle things in life.

A “dressed up for Christmas” photo of a Sandman from Pass Christian, Mississippi.

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.

Bay St. Louis has sun, sand, sea and serenity galore. It was everything we thought it would be, and more.

A beautiful Mississippi sunset deserves a haiku.