Three beautiful things most days.
1. My walks are turning into runs.
2. A wiry orange dog with a whiskery face glances at my as a I pass.
3. Bettany and I eat supper on a sheltered terrace with the river slipping by below us and the rain falling outside.
1. These really are the last of the blood oranges -- they are not as sharp and tasty, and the skins don't come away easily. I cut it int...
