Three beautiful things most days.
1. In the garden on the edge of my vision, the flicker of little birds, and their shadows.
2. In the antiques shop, eggshells painted with flowers.
3. To pass Bettany a blueberry-sized tomato at supper.
1. The rain comes down in rushing spate, drowning downpipes and running in fans over the asphalt. Next time I look up, the sun is out, water...
