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. When I turn out a pot, I find fat worms writhing in the soil, and a bright gold centipede, and a handful of bulbs waiting for next year. ...
