Three beautiful things most days.
1. On the breakfast table is the essay Alec was fretting about last night -- printed and ready to hand in.
2. From a garden the scent of azalea.
3. Half-heard through the open window while I'm deep at work, the call of a swift.
1. The Common has dried out a lot since I was last out. There is a dusty path beaten smooth across the spot that is still rutted and ridged ...
