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. The crack of pumpkin rind as I bring the knife round the lantern lid. 2. Now they've been pointed out to me, everywhere I go, I see t...
