An indigo-inspired poem about sunsets.

A fiery sunset beats a fireworks display any day.

Musings about why we appreciate sunsets, a recipe for a refreshing Chambord and rosé cocktail, and a haiku.

Sunset on Christmas. God’s art. Copyright 2020, Glover Gardens

This whimsical little white gazebo on a golf course doesn’t get much mainstream gazebo action.

My lost loved ones were in this sky, whispering a gossamer goodbye.

A gorgeous, fiery sun merging with the horizon while it generously backlit the clouds and turned the evening sky into a work of art deserving of a haiku.

A beautiful Mississippi sunset deserves a haiku.

twilight on the piersanta monica sunset the benediction Overrun with tourists and souvenir-hawking vendors, the Santa Monica Pier remains a worthy destination. The sunset guarantees it. Trust me on this. Note: because February is National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo) and I’m a habitual haiku-er (is that…

I’m back at work this week after almost 3 weeks off during the holidays, and the 50+ minute commute has held some amazing sights.

I’d like to be on that porch at Little House in the Rockies, looking at that sunset, feeling the mountain air, shivering just a little.

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…

Road-weary bodies and hungry souls are quickly rejuvenated with a travel-day smorgasbord.