Three beautiful things most days.
1. On the breakfast table is the essay Alec was fretting about last night -- printed and ready to hand in.
2. From a garden the scent of azalea.
3. Half-heard through the open window while I'm deep at work, the call of a swift.
1. I spot that he's brought along the copy of Puck of Pook's Hill that I left in his room a month or so ago. 2. Everywhere, there ...
