Three beautiful things most days.
1. To hear the wind striking the house broadside but I know I am safe within these walls.
2. Opening the jar of saffron -- the new shoes scent.
3. Raspberry puree drips through a sieve. I can wait: supper is a long way off.
1. We take time to walk round and check out the crocuses at the bottom of the park, and they are spectacular, transforming the drab winter g...
