Today is Three Beautiful Things' fifth birthday. I can't quite believe I've been going for five years -- that's 1,825 days, and 5,475 beautiful things (plus a few extra for the days when I couldn't pick just three).
Thanks for reading everyone -- I really appreciate your company and your comments.
For anyone in the Tunbridge Wells area, I'll be at the Guinea Butt on Calverley Road from 6.30pm. Come over and celebrate with me.
1. Sunlight and shadow from the cupressus tree play on the wall outside the kitchen window.
2. Discovering that our nearest newsagents is a source of Polish cherry jaffacakes.
3. The lanolin smell of a wool jumper drying.
Gale, fallen and ready for school.
1. The wind is thumping the rain against the house, but we don't have to go anywhere today. 2. In the park after supper I pick up a han...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. Oli has written a poem describing how Tunbridge Wells makes him veer between wanting to fall in love and wanting to shoot people. Which i...