Three beautiful things most days.
1. After a long time asleep, I wake up.
2. Geraniums, impossible blue, bloom deep into November.
3. I find myself alone in the woods counting seconds, listening to leaves falling and the calling of birds.
1. There are drifts of mauve heather blossom here and there on the common where the trees have been cleared to open up heathland. 2. I rathe...
