Three beautiful things most days.
1. At lunchtime I mix mushrooms with French dressing, knowing they will be ready for supper.
2. The clove scent of pinks.
3. There is time -- just -- to read to the children this evening before I sign on for games night.
1. The Common has dried out a lot since I was last out. There is a dusty path beaten smooth across the spot that is still rutted and ridged ...
