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. The may blossom has been hanging heavy on the hawthorns for a few days, but I have been too polite to mention it before the actual month....
