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. We wake to the sound of heavy rain -- just right for a simple Sunday. 2. I put my dough in a bowl to rest, and take a quiet half-hour mys...
