A MOTHER’S SOUP
A few days ago, I stepped out the back door to find John, our seven-year-old, and Joey, five-years-old, working away at my flower pots. These pots are old wine barrels cut in half. We have two right outside the kitchen door. The dogs have taken over the barrels, sleeping there, so I no longer bother to keep flowers in them.“What are you boys up to?” I asked red-haired John, and blond, curly-haired Joey, watching them take dirt from one pot to add to the other pot.“We’re making you soup,” the boys said in union, grins on their dirty, little faces.“Soup, […]