Soup from my father’s kitchen

During winter, my father cooks up a weekly batch of vegetable soup,
which he and my mother eat for lunch each day.
The soup flavours vary —
pumpkin one week, tomato the next, broccoli and green bean the next.
And he always sets aside some for me.

Winter’s well behind us now, of course.
(In the first week of October,
the temperatures soared over 30 degrees Celsius.)

But I’m still enjoying my father’s soup,
which is tasty, warming and good …

… and which he makes, always, with love.