Three beautiful things most days.
1. There are just two Jaffacakes left, so I have them.
2. The crackling, popping sound of weeds lifting out of gravel.
3. While the kettle boils, to watch bees tumbling in and out of the wisteria.
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 ...
