Three beautiful things most days.
1. Whipping eggs until the white peaks stand up.
2. Violets -- grand purple growing in secret against the fence.
3. From my desk by the open window I hear the thrum of a sparrow's wing.
1. There are drifts of mauve heather blossom here and there on the common where the trees have been cleared to open up heathland. 2. I rathe...
