I have been making soup here at the Farmhouse.  I have made it two weeks in a row.  I can eat soup homemade, at the Chinese place, or out of a can.  I just enjoy it.

  
Soup is comforting.  When you have been sick or emotionally distraught…a big bowl of soup nourishes all of the above. Soup is like a warm hug.  

  
It’s not uncommon to hear the term “soup weather” in these parts.  Most of us don’t cook a huge stockpot of soup in the middle of our humid summers.  My soup making fires back up when school starts and a bit of briskness is in the air.  I love that!!!

  
Soup is just cozy…and feels a lot like home.

Love from the dirt road,

Kelli