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. We are sheltered under the garden centre's great barn roof. There is a rush of sound and air as the rain comes down. 2. A mushroom, c...
