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Tonight, the last Sunday night of March, there is another Pot Luck evening at the garden. I’m making soup. Last Wednesday i picked a whole bag full of wild garlic (daslook in Dutch). I love it. The oniony garlicky taste. The fact it only grows in spring. The way it looks, the beautiful green leaves. Soon the white flowers will pop up, now you can only see the buds coming up.

This is a basic soup. First i had the idea of making it with nettles and wild garlic. I found this recipe on the BBC Good Food website. It turned out i had picked more than 500 grams of wild garlic, so i’m settling for a wild garlic soup. Just leaving out the nettles.
Ingredients
I took spring onions with me to the garden, to slice them up finely and put on the soup once it was served.
Method







I had previous posts, asking myself this question: yes or no? Up until now I thought the answer would be yes. But there is a hesitation. There is a fear of showing myself completely. A fear of the nakedness, the utter exposure of me.
It is getting less. One step at a time. One day at a time.
So the answer is still yes. I hope i can find the courage to go ahead. The will to show myself. To sing and dance and smile and laugh. Be happy! Gloriously happy.
I hope.