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. The drifts of pink and white petals drying in the gutters and flattened on to the pavement suggest that the magnolia on the corner of Bel...
