making soup.


We felt rather Drained.

Winter, et al.


And other things.

So we swam, took a moment to sip a cappuccino in an Italian cafe in soho and went to the market to buy vegetables.

And made soup.

Now off to see a sprite and her novelist mother for a walk and some nurturing conversation.

Then home.

And Sunday night soup.

2 thoughts on “making soup.

  1. Dearest D

    Do you remember when we were both making soup – and posting about it – the same day – felt like a splendidly female blog-world-meme ;)

    Just saw le filme crazy horse – completely unstructured, no narrative but utterly charmante!

    _tg x

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