Sometimes soup can be good for the soul in a more literal sense.
I can't begin to convey what a joyous time I had making soup with my children today.

I've got the coolers off. The windows are open. There were clouds a while ago, but now it's actually sunny.

There is a gentle and cool (I can hardly believe it) breeze drifting through my home.

We were already well past our knees in imaginitive play - which I'll report on later - when I decided that some chicken noodle soup might be just the thing.

It was indeed!

I've never enjoyed soup so much in my life as I have today.
1 comment:
That looks delicious! How fun!
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