I've woken up to snow this morning, the rooftops of the terraced houses in front look like a festive card with the hills and trees behind. And from the back, the garden view is a little more lively, with the birds on the search for berries and nibbles. They have been considered, as D has filled the bird feeder with seeds. No seeds for us though, we have this deep orange, bordering on golden Sweet Potato Soup enhanced with warming spices, namely cumin.
Ideally I would liked to have put some fresh coriander to the soup as I think it would have cut through some of the sweetness, a little like lemon. But i cannot remember the last time we had fresh coriander at home; and I will confess its one soft herb, I struggle to grow at home. Nevertheless, it was still a good soup to eat with homemade bread, albeit from the bread machine.
Its been a busy week and weekend, as i attended a workshop of my accord (not work-related yesterday). I won't say what the topic was, as it may be triggering for some readers, but it was intense, insightful and valuable to my own mental health and wellbeing. My only regret was not adding my voice to the discussion; and i wondered why this was and i have been reflecting on this. Some voices do tend to get lost in a room, even more so on zoom.








































