Three beautiful things most days.
1. The soft racket of the news stories about the nation mourning the Queen.
2. The postman hands me a rigid envelope. Certificate?
3. I threw a frozen lump of elderflower syrup into the pan of fruit. Over ice cream, it tastes of early summer.
1. Our taxi driver has a string of blue glass beads hanging by his window. He speaks proudly about his two boys -- one at school with my son...
