Three beautiful things most days.
1. I look down and there are snowdrops and hellebore and scyllas.
2. The children run off down the parallel path and I am free to walk and listen.
3. The reassuring feeling from knowing that someone who has been in peril is now safe at home.
1. Cobwebs gleam where they catch the low-angled sun -- polygonal nets strung from brambles; gauzy dancefloors in the gorse. 2. Tipping th...
