The same soup. A different Autumn.
This was last week when we had that freak storm that blasted noisy rain on our roof the whole night. It was still coming down when I woke up the next morning and I thought, "A good day for some soup! Yeah!".
I bought and roasted some cauliflowers, made some chicken stock and just when the soup was about ready, the sun decided to come out to play. Shooting the type of rays that were ideal for a spot of lazy afternoon sunbaking on the balcony. Definitely not soup-slurping weather but we had it for dinner anyway, lukewarm. With crunchy cornbread croutons smeared with gooey roasted garlic. The weather has not permitted us to have soup since. And I don't mind it one bit (I like soups but not soup-slurping weather) - I'd like to think that it's making amends for not giving us a proper Summer.