Winter Enamelware and Homemade Soup

As Simmy set out for a cold winter walk, she tested her toes to see if they would be warm enough for a couple of hours out of doors... with running shoes on instead of heavy boots.
Yep! It did seem like the running shoes would be fine in this -15C weather. There was no wind.
Simmy had a theory... if you move fast enough, your toes can't freeze.
Just as she took a deep breath to enjoy the clean air,... Wham!
She landed on the right side of her body... it happened so fast, she lay there a bit stunned.
A vehicle, coming down the road, pulled into the driveway just in front of her sprawled figure and the youthful couple were grinning rather too widely to have missed that ungainly fall.
Well, her Mama had a saying, 'Ain't no shame in falling down, but lying there for any length of time...' It is so much funnier in the German dialect, especially with tonal emphasis.
Between 2 o'clock and 4 o'clock in a Canadian January, one can experience more changes in scenery than in any other two hour span of  the year.
Two o'clock blue sky is cheery and bright.

An hour later, the sky looks totally different.
Simmy planned dinner as she traipsed along the paths made by a small snow clearing machine. She thought, maybe, chicken noodle soup or something with chicken.

As she crossed a main street to get to another pseudo cleared sidewalk, she saw a crossing guard waiting for school children to come by.
So, it must be near 3:30, she thought.
Way down the path she spotted a couple of children walking slowly.
'Even they know it's a chicken soup kind of day,' Simmy thought.
A conversation with the crossing guard turned into a little exchange of 'what the problems are in this neighborhood with regards to traffic' and a 'what we think a good solution may be.'
A family, that Simmy had met in summer, came towards her and Simmy smiled and waved back at the young boy who seemed quite happy in his snow suit.
They were from Sudan and Simmy asked cheerfully, "Are you enjoying winter?"
There was a string of grumpy, 'No,...no,...No..., and then a happy, "Yes, I love winter," from the cheerful lad.
"Good for you," Simmy grinned as she passed the little huddle of five.

A half hour later, the sun was setting and it wasn't even 4 o'clock yet.
As Simmy got undressed, the back door opened and oldest construction son came in the door.
"Oh, oh, how are you feeling?" Simmy asked the rather pale face.
"I feel like hammered sheisse," he said.
"Homemade chicken soup it is," Simmy decided on the dinner menu.

An hour later, the soup was made, the blue splattered enamelware held the floral arrangement that looked just right to imagine a frozen tundra cookout on a cold prairie day.

"Imagine? What am I thinking? We're living it!"