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. Of course the radish described as blue is really purple. It's still pretty and crisp, though, and grates into a peppery salad for m...
