Description
Humbuckaroo
(What it means… I haven’t a clue!)
I do know however that it begs for a limerick:
There once was a girl from Humbuckaroo
Her current task was naming a Stew
Along came her friend we’ll call Julie
Who always brought with her Mr. Tom Foolery
Still not a clue as to how that stew
Earned the name… Humbuckaroo.
Truth be told I struggled with the name. As the limerick suggests… a friend came along and the name was decided over a bowl of soup, of course.
This is true. Humbuckaroo! And so it was.
As we sat there an often asked question was asked again:
“Lettie, why don’t you hire someone to deliver the soup?”
I have so many answers to that question. Delivering this soup I’ve made, to people—such amazing, kind, some hurting, some healing, some sick, some excited, loving, sincere, beautiful, kind, most wonderful people—Fills. Me. With. Joy.
Every week I feel like Mr. Rogers. I don’t mind the porch deliveries, but I love those unplanned moments where I find myself in driveways chatting, hugging, laughing with you. Getting to know so many of you. It fills my heart. ❤
So, if you ever see me coming and decide to pop your head out, or walk out, messy haired and all, know that I truly love to see you and I might even tell you the whole Humbuckaroo story.
Unless Mr. Tom Foolery spills the beans first.
