We awoke to winter white, and while it's beautiful, it's premature. It's also less than 32 degrees, which means the garden is kaput...no more red tomatoes, purple (green) beans, white cucumbers, rust colored romaine. The furnace is blasting, the hot chocolate brewing. The weirdest thing is that a few days ago it was in the 80's, and next weekend will be back up to 75...in time for a full moon and Indian Summer. That is the poetics of living in the desert mountains of the Rockies. It is the unpredictable, changable, whimsical seasons that I love so much. This location creates the most beautiful sunsets in the world, a joy to photographers, and the cloud formations are an artist's dream. What's not to love? I'll tell you....when the beauty you wish to see is in the eyes and faces of your loved ones so far away. That is the only regret, which is why we're so excited to have them coming to visit for Christmas, to join the ones here who love them.On a cold "winter" day, what could be better than a huge pot of fresh vegetable soup? Since we had to pick everything in the garden, here are the ingredients.....right out of the ground.
And the best thing about it is, I won'd have to fix dinner for several days! Makes your mouth water, doesn't it?Love to all.
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Mmmm, the soup looks great! It's so sad about the garden. Aspen still thinks that she is going to pick rasberries in grandpa's garden. I haven't had the heart to tell her that they got sick and had to be sacraficed to the compost pile. We are counting down till you get here!
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