Three beautiful things most days.
1. A sparrow on the fence looks down at me looking up at the sky.
2. The running club, by sheer weight of hi-vis numbers, forces the traffic to let them cross.
3. The rain has started and we are indoors.
1. Waving off the last of our sleepover guests. Now we are free to be tired and grumpy. 2. A bunch of sweet peas -- bright stained glass col...
