Three beautiful things most days.
1. Poking around in the back garden, I find a wire basket in which bright purple and yellow crocuses are growing.
2. To hear Bettany knocking at the door.
3. Supper has been called, but my screen has not yet switched to night-time mode.
1. It is cold (although less chill than it has been) and cloudy (although less grey than it has been) and a robin sings loudly from the top ...
