Cynicism and Hope

I believe in the healing power of homemade soup.

And conversation.

And friendship.

And dear, praying people who chop onions and cry so you won’t have to.

It was 95 degrees today in Chicago. Finally.

I made fresh basil pesto; peeled potatoes and shucked corn on the veranda; set three pots to boil on the stove.

Who needs air conditioning? Hot weather means fresh food and a reminder of where it comes from.