Who knows?... chicken soup

This is one of those gloomy winter days without blue skies or brilliant light. So-------
a good day to make soup. Soup is an art form without form to me.
Today I am making chicken soup...that I know.
But what it will eventually taste like I'm not sure.
To make the broth I am throwing almost everything I have left from the week:
Sort of a witch's brew
with potatoes
green pepper
onion (skins left on too get that yellow color)
celery
dill
parsley
carrots
apple
garlic
and while I am reciting a charm or too
I'll throw in some celery salt
turmeric and paprika and peppercorns
in goes the old hen and in a few hours
I'll strain the broth, remove the chicken meat from the bones
return it to the pot, add fresh vegetables and noodles
simmer a bit more and we'll see

If only you could smell the house.....mmmmm
should I make bread?