Friday is normally my off day, but the holiday on Monday threw my schedule off. I ended up Writing three stories and my column before lunch.

Jilda put the hominy-chicken soup on the stove to heat up while we walked. The sky looked almost turquoise. It was a beautiful day, but the wind out of the north was still biting.

When we got to the barn, I snapped a picture contrasting the mossy tree trunk and the old rusty discs.  Something interesting that happened on our walk, but I'll let Jilda share it.

My sister had outpatient surgery today, so this evening Jilda made some Fagioli soup and we took her some this evening.

You might have guessed that when it gets cold here, we eat a LOT of soup. I think it's good for the soul.