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. A man from a white van is trundling and scraping a red plastic grit spreader around the car park, which has been an ice rink these last f...
