Three Piece Soup



Boy leaves school. He wears a three piece suit and pocket watch, that’s the kind of Boy he is. After school, finery is returned to wardrobe, walking boots get some exercise. We explore all the way to the stirred mud of river. Clouds have a sense of lurk. Wind drives loud and fast in the narrow lanes. Dog sports some dapper mud trousers. I take her picture. I take generic hedgerow pictures, to illustrate things that I haven’t thought of writing about yet. Boy wonders why not start with the image, would that not be the easier way? Yes, possibly, I concur, but the adventure of it is important, that’s part of the exercise. That’s the difference, I opine, between making soup from a packet mix and creating soup from foraged foodstuffs. No less love in either preparation, necessarily, but the latter has more art. 


Comments

Geo. said…
"Clouds have a sense of lurk."
Certainly your photos are remarkable, memorable, but sometimes your phrases are worth a thousand pictures. My compliments.
29 June 2012 at 20:25
Fran@Broken Cookies Don't Count said…
I love when pups stand around with their tongues out to the side like that. They sort of look like bad little kids caught in some trouble!
29 June 2012 at 21:37
The Cranky said…
Hope you don't mind that I've linked to your blog.
30 June 2012 at 00:07
Stephanie V said…
Trousers of mud...very apt. Looks like Dog had such a good time.

Boy looks so handsome. I remember mine all suited up for the first time. He didn't want to stop being that fine-looking.
30 June 2012 at 09:45
Suze said…
Superb title. And now I will never see approaching clouds in quite the same way.

Good wishes and hope and love to your boy. Come to think of it, I don't believe I will ever quite see soup in the same way, now, as a result of your lovely presence in my life.

Cheers, Lil.
30 June 2012 at 16:59
Laura Clipson said…
Aww, that's what my dog looks like whenever we take him to the woods or the beach! If there's a puddle, he must run through it. The muddier, the better!
1 July 2012 at 17:46
Carolyn Twede Frank said…
Hi Lily

I'm giving your a blog award on 7-3-12. Check it out on http://franklycreative.blogspot.com/
Thanks.
Carolyn
2 July 2012 at 15:31
Anonymous said…
And the latter could easily steal my heart.
2 July 2012 at 23:49
Teresa Cypher said…
Mud trousers :-) !

Did boy graduate? Such a handsome lad :-)

Wow, so much going on in your life, right now, Lily. So much newness. Corners to explore, rocks to overturn, trees to get to know, and vistas to make familiar.

Enjoy :-) And thank you for sharing with us!
3 July 2012 at 02:36
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you all- again and always- for heart warming cheer- Boy awaits exam results and we are still occupied with the protracted house move- access to internet is tenuous but the overall forecast is for marvellous times :-)
3 July 2012 at 12:53
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