Life is full of bitter fruit. Repeating patterns. It never fails... I feel I'm doing well, I feel I'm getting settled, comfortable, caught up, finally on my path... and then the North wind blows.... bringing cold reality and the urge, and need for change.

Chocolat is one of my all time favorite movies for a multitude of reasons... If you've not seen it, please go find a way to watch it. 

My garden is flourishing and I'm starting to harvest things. I had an abundance of radish greens (the radish themselves largely have been rather tiny... but whatever... work with what you are given).  I decided to make a soup.  Hot soup on a 80+ something day? Why yes, soup always!

​Most of the ingredients came from my garden and this brings me incredible joy. 

This soup is full of radish greens, but you could use pretty much any green you have on hand like beet greens, kale, spinach, turnip etc. It's also got zucchini and lots of herbs. I opted for chicken better than bullion to make the soup, but this could easily be made vegan by using a vegetable option. 

*Measurements are a loose guide... I cook rather instinctually by throwing things in a pot generally.

I have a tendency to over do things. I overwork, overthink, over speak, overdo. I tend to trudge through the brush and bramble and forge my own path instead of taking the one that is sometimes obviously laid out before me, or even taking the hint of a trail.  This leads sometimes to wonderful adventures, but often just making things harder than they really need to be. 

Mom and I went huckleberry picking this morning. We have a favorite spot we go, it's served us well, year after year, but as is so often in life, sometimes things change. 

Would that it were not so, but I, am bad at love. Persistently hopeful, yet increasingly hopeless. I flounder, stuck in a repetitive pattern of unrequited love and being drawn to the unavailable.  They say being aware of the pattern is the first step... Well, I'm aware of it. ... painfully.