o happy day

longing

Some days are so good, with beauty without and loved ones within, and yet, there is some place to be filled. And then you chop and thicken and stir, and steam rises in the kitchen, and the postman comes. And then there is a full bowl, and loveliness and inspiration brimming the heart. And a sigh of contentment.

O happy day–  creamy chicken and wild rice soup and the new issue of Kindred, which glided across the icy South to my door this afternoon. 

 

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2 thoughts on “o happy day

  1. Angie

    Love this! I curled up in bed this afternoon, window open to view the snow, Kindred in my hands. Nourishing, both the soup you have shown, and the content of Kindred! ❤

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