I hate to keep crying about the weather in the Ville, but it’s flipping freezing! Almost noon and the temps have escalated to a whopping 15 degrees! Perfect day for some homemade vegetable soup me thinks …so I get everything together and decide to add some tomato juice that Perry’s step-grandmother sent home to me. His family knows that I love spicy food and I think they each try to make me eat the hottest stuff they can muster up. I’m pretty sure they secretly plot ways to make one batch of whatever it is they are canning or cooking the hottest possible — and then, they write ‘SHELLEY’ in big letters on tape and stick it on top. I’ll betcha’ it’s some kind of sick family contest!! Anyone care for some vegetable soup?
So the photo above isn’t the greatest. I told you it’s cold! I set-up a tripod at the back door around midnight last night. Libby kept bumping it as she was peering off into the frigid air, and Gracie tracked snow in where my bare, cold feet were planted behind the camera. One and done.