Three beautiful things most days.
1. We get up at around dawn in these short days, and so I catch the sky turning pink.
2. The beaten path that goes up the bank and round the muddy place on the track.
3. Caraway seeds in my coleslaw.
1. The crack of pumpkin rind as I bring the knife round the lantern lid. 2. Now they've been pointed out to me, everywhere I go, I see t...
