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. I slap the full water butt to enjoy the dull thump. 2. My herbs have doubled in size in the rain, which seems to have nourished them in a...
