Three beautiful things most days.
1. To hear the wind striking the house broadside but I know I am safe within these walls.
2. Opening the jar of saffron -- the new shoes scent.
3. Raspberry puree drips through a sieve. I can wait: supper is a long way off.
1. I stir the tea in the canister to get the right mix of black tea leaves and flower petals and orange peel and lift a spoonful into the in...
