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.