Three beautiful things most days.
1. Where the grass has worn away, purple self-heal flowers have filled the space.
2. We spend a while watching swans and their six grey cygnets upending themselves in the lake.
3. Through the fine rain, the silver/green flicker of willow leaves.
1. In the early hours, I'm awake, all alone -- but I've got a new novel on my library app: a fenland gothic Saxon mystery called Mer...
