Three beautiful things most days.
1. Tea from a large blue willow pattern pot.
2. We stop to look at a dead moth, luminous grey on the dark shaded leaf litter, weightless as a shadow on my hand.
3. The smell of campfire smoke in Bettany's hair.
1. We've got water of some kind -- the sound of the loo cistern filling is pretty good to hear this morning. 2. Susan has invited to us ...
