Three beautiful things most days.
1. The reflection of a flying bird on a wet slate roof.
2. The weight of rain turns the silvery sides of leaves uppermost.
3. Once, a while ago, someone planted wallflowers along the hedge bottom on this road.
1. I know I won't stop thinking about this paper cutting book, so I give in and take it up to the till. 2. The satisfying crunchy sensa...
