Reflections on Salads and Soups
Everything seems soft in the spring. The breezes, the rains, the ground as it thaws underfoot, the low murmur of birds returning to the trees, the gleam of the sun…
Everything seems soft in the spring. The breezes, the rains, the ground as it thaws underfoot, the low murmur of birds returning to the trees, the gleam of the sun…