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. Arm-in-arm, rather pleased with our bags of shopping, we cross the park. 2. The second-to-last bottle of red in the cellar turns out to b...
