Three beautiful things most days.
1. Whipping eggs until the white peaks stand up.
2. Violets -- grand purple growing in secret against the fence.
3. From my desk by the open window I hear the thrum of a sparrow's wing.
1. Arm-in-arm, rather pleased with our bags of shopping, we cross the park. 2. The second-to-last bottle of red in the cellar turns out to b...
