Three beautiful things most days.
1. Picking and eating an early blackberry -- sweet and warm from the sun.
2. To sit in the garden watching the day fade out of the sky.
3. Towards the end of the evening, Alec calls to tell us about his day.
1. To pin my poppy on to my winter coat and step out into the cold. I feel like we've crossed the winter line. 2. My eldest comes to fin...
