soup and soil

A chaotic world feels suddenly balanced when my soup-making process looks like this.

Oh, the delights of clipping herbs from my garden for a fall harvest soup.

My heart is heavy more often than not these days, and yet... all is well today. My garden is happy; my house smells like fresh herbs, and my belly is full of warm, nourishing soup. I do not take such blessings lightly. They are indeed my strength and my joy.