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.
Tag: Mississippi
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.
A Wild Goose Chase: the Fallacy of Assumptions
A family of geese came and went, causing us to worry about predators: gators and eagles and hawks, oh my!
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.
The Twilight’s Last Gleaming and a Silly July 4 Poem
We are having a very chill Independence Day, summed up in a simple rhyme.
Valentine’s Rewind: Being Spoiled at Field’s in Bay St. Louis
The Grill-Meister and I celebrated Valentine’s of 2020 at Field’s restaurant in Bay St. Louis; we’re reliving the memory with the photos.
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.
What’s Better Than a “Sand-a-Claus”?
Wishing you all more whimsy than ‘grimsy’ during this crazy winter of pandemic…. stay safe, everyone, and enjoy those small moments.
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.
Strawberry Lemonade, Mockingbird Cafe, and The Little Things
The strawberry lemonade from Mockingbird Cafe is a drink that instantly transports you back to childhood summers, all reminiscent of church picnics, sunburns and innocence.
The Real Nature: Article from The Shoofly
An article in the latest issue of The Shoofly Magazine beautifully captures the seemingly oppositional characteristics of nature and our relationship with it – peaceful but unpredictable, soothing, but sometimes dangerous – and brings back memories of falling trees.
Seafood Boil Leftovers Make a Great (Easy) Chowder
Loose guidelines for a super-easy chowder that’s ready in about a half hour. And wowza, is it good!
A Yellow Tie, Flip-Flops and an Alligator
A few random things as we batten down the hatches before Cristobal comes to visit.
Bay St. Louis Shorebirds and Mindfulness
Seagulls and brown pelicans in Bay St. Louis give me a lesson in mindfulness reminiscent of Thoreau’s experience at Walden
Mr. Sandman, Ready for Christmas
A “dressed up for Christmas” photo of a Sandman from Pass Christian, Mississippi.
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.
