Page 27 - My Indigo Sun September-October 2025

Shifting into

Soup Season

When autumn settles in, the world seems to
slow. The air carries a crisp bite, leaves crunch
underfoot, and the evenings arrive earlier than

we expect. It’s a season that asks us to linger
indoors, to gather close, and to savor the small
comforts of warmth. Few things answer that
call as perfectly as a steaming bowl of soup.

Autumn soups are more than meals; they’re
invitations. A pot of butternut squash soup,
golden and velvety, fills the kitchen with the

scent of roasting garlic and nutmeg. Mushroom
soups carry the earthy perfume of fallen leaves
and damp woods, each spoonful a reminder of
the forest’s quiet abundance.

Beautiful ingredients find their way into
simmering broths, hearty enough to take the
chill from the bones. These soups don’t just

nourish the body—they steady the spirit. They
remind us that the season of slowing down can
also be one of deep contentment.

Every ladle poured, every swirl of cream, every
crumble of bread beside the bowl is a ritual of
coziness. In autumn, soup isn’t simply food—it
is warmth you can hold, comfort you can taste,

and the gentle reminder that even in the year’s
turning, there is beauty to be savored.

Stephanie Westbrook

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