Three beautiful things most days.
1. My small niece and I hide ourselves away with a book.
2. I find a little green foil egg lying on the flowerbed.
3. We find a bank of fluffy white globes: coltsfoot seed heads, ready to be blown.
1. I spot that he's brought along the copy of Puck of Pook's Hill that I left in his room a month or so ago. 2. Everywhere, there ...
