Tuesday, May 28, 2024

Hardboiled egg, back in line and foxgloves.

1. I hardboiled a few eggs this morning. At lunch, I note that the one Nick is eating has a perfect yolk -- just a little soft.

2. It just takes a few snips to bring the garden back into line.

3. Foxgloves are best viewed in the dusk, a little distance away.

Monday, May 27, 2024

Mushrooms, seeded nettles and rice pudding.

1. It's been so blimmin' wet that there are mushrooms on the common.

2. The nettles that have seeded have a misty grey blue colour to them.

3. Late at night, I'm told that the large rice pudding that no-one except me and Nick wanted at supper has brought a great deal of pleasure. And can I make another one?

Friday, May 24, 2024

Unexpected salad, mint and keep going.

1. The groceries arrive as Nick is getting supper -- which means we can have unexpected salad with our wraps.

2. I find the mint sprigs intended for my drink on the compost heap with the weeds I noticed while I was picking.

3. I hit my target for the day -- but a small push will make tomorrow easier, so I keep going.

Thursday, May 23, 2024

Falling sand, full leaf and lime.

1. It's quiet enough that I can hear the sand falling in my hour glass.

2. I have to glance around the full leaves of the tree in our garden to see the children down the hill to school.

3. This week, there's a lime to go in my soda water.

Wednesday, May 22, 2024

Reflection, weight and wallflowers.

1. The reflection of a flying bird on a wet slate roof.

2. The weight of rain turns the silvery sides of leaves uppermost.

3. Once, a while ago, someone planted wallflowers along the hedge bottom on this road.

Tuesday, May 21, 2024

Bramble flowers, bee and his own.

1. The bramble flowers strike me as unusually large this year -- almost like dog roses that have been through the wash too many times and come out faded and crumpled.

2. Coaxing a bee out of the window with a piece of card. Bees never seem frantic or annoyed -- they just keep trying, systematically, to find the way out.

3. As I test my son on his French, I think that his neat, cramped handwriting is very much his own -- nothing like me; nothing like Nick's.

Monday, May 20, 2024

Leftover chips, flan and new PJs.

This weekend marked 20 years since the first Three Beautiful Things post. I don't have much to say, except that I'm broadly pleased with 3BT as a body of work and a creative practice. I really appreciate the company along the way because I've met some lovely folks through this work. The kind words and helping hands have meant a lot. And it's been reassuring to see that people enjoy reading it. 

1. The smell of last night's leftover chips warming up for lunch.

2. Unmoulding a caramel custard -- a proper French one which says it's bio and a flan.

3. My child's obvious pleasure in the new pair of navy blue pyjamas we picked out together. She says they are 'preppy' and just right for a sleepover.

Hardboiled egg, back in line and foxgloves.

1. I hardboiled a few eggs this morning. At lunch, I note that the one Nick is eating has a perfect yolk -- just a little soft. 2. It just t...