Three beautiful things most days.
1. A milky fog covers the town, tastefully draping the buildings that block our view of the horizon.
2. The little daisy in the awkward spot by the table has put out a defiant January flower.
3. Slipping boiled beetroots out of their skins.
1. I know I won't stop thinking about this paper cutting book, so I give in and take it up to the till. 2. The satisfying crunchy sensa...
