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 a low voice he reels off the names of the muscles where I have been hoarding all this tension. 2. He comes home with posies of flowers...
