Three beautiful things most days.
1. To unbox and marvel at the tiny folding stove that I have bought.
2. From the window I spot scarlet among the toothed leaves, a tomato that I have missed.
3. Tucking Bettany's hair into a shower turban.
1. Word have not been easy recently. When they do come, they seem unsettled and easily startled, like wild birds that have lost trust. Never...
