Three Beautiful Things

1. With the sun behind her, my friend comes down the hill towards our gate. 2. We step over a wet place where a rust-coloured chalybeate spring runs over the road. 3. I walk over spring mud and wonder which of my footprints will harden into summer ruts and which will flake away into dust.

1. I find myself deep in a book that makes me laugh and forget where I am. 2. A little hand sanitiser quickly lifts the biro ink stain. 3. Among his photos of the weekend -- the play of lake water light on a swan's breast feathers.

1. The taxi driver and I have been talking on the five-minute journey. As I get out, he thanks me for my story of rocking and jolting over fields in my grandfather's ancient green Land Rover that always smelled of petrol because of a leak in the tank. 2. I catch the gaze of a baby in a backpack and we both smile. 3. The sky is clear and dark enough that I can view the zodiacal light. I'd never heard of this before, but apparently around the equinox, light from the sun below the horizon reflects off space dust to brighten the sky just after dusk and before dawn.

 Today, Satya Robyn has published her interview with me over on Substack.  Do take a look. 1. My cake comes with a dish of whipped cream, just like in the 1980s. 2. Degree by degree, the sunset has moved round until I can't see it from my window -- but I can see it warming the building at the end of the Pantiles. 3. I deliver an edit and pretty much float downstairs when supper is called.

1. Through the trellis between the back yards, a jigsaw piece of our neighbour's face. 2. Two bees looping about the garden glinting in the sun. 3. There she is up ahead on her way home. She will be mortified if I call out in the High Street, though.

1. A yellow dog with a plumed tail runs joyfully across the lower cricket field. Of course it's a retriever. 2. We are discussing a window box plan. He spends a long time describing a particular kind of flower. We have to use an image search to find them. 'Those ones. I don't like them.' 3. We are very excited -- but very quietly because it's late at night -- to see the viscount married.

1. I am allowed a look in the back of his sketchbook. 2. In response to a rumour, I divert our walk, and there is indeed frogspawn in Fir Tree Pond. 3. I turn and look back. There is a hazel tree putting out tiny leaves in a tentative way, as if not quite sure how they will be received.

1. I take the falling path and let the rolling fold of the hill shelter me from the biting March lion wind. 2. There's a woman on a bench by the cherry tree road and she's talking to herself... talking to the magpies... talking on her phone. 3. The washing-up is done to rule and I drop my apron, leave her bath running and hurry out the door to hear poetry in a pub.

1. And now the forsythia is more yellow stars than hedge. 2. Quiet café; bored barista; good coffee; reading task. 3. What I really like is a letter box with a good wide slot.

1. As I'm leaving, I ask for and am indulged, a biscuit for my hand to sustain me in the supermarket. 2. Cold drizzle prickles my face, shakes me awake. 3. At this time of day, another bus will be along very soon.

1. Today, I get to hear the morning birds and see her turn to look back up the hill. 2. I buy the best tangerines squatting fat and bright in their oversized skins. 3. Our youngest bans us from the kitchen and cooks supper. She has done all the little things that we would do if we were not always slightly frazzled -- like hiding the heap of things that gets abandoned on the end of the table, serving lettuce in a bowl instead of the salad spinner and grating a piece of parmesan.

1. In one hand I have Clive Oppenheimer's book about volcanoes; in the other my phone with Google Maps -- this is so much better than following along with an atlas. 2. While dusting, I find the book I was looking for a week and a half ago. 3. Ginger, garlic, onion, chicken and beans lined up behind the pan in a comet tail array.

1. We are swathed in mist this morning, like we've been laid in tissue paper for storage. 2. Already, someone has made webby nests full of tiny black eggs in the tops of the nettles I was growing for the kitchen. 3. I test her on her science and think that she knows a lot more than me -- I never got my head around  the whys and wherefores of waves.

1. It is a relief to see magnolia flowers, and new leaves of nettle and cranesbill. 2. The train after the one we missed arrives early and leaves promptly. 3. '...and,' she snaps, tired and grumpy after parents evening, 'I bet he pulls the chair out for all the mums.' I'd noticed that too, and simultaneously appreciated it and found it awkward. 'It's because he has good old fashioned manners; and he said you were nicely raised, so you probably are.'

1. Nick has put some washing on the line -- looking forward to clothes that smell like the outdoors. 2. The forsythia hedge is dusted with yellow stars, just clearing its throat before its big moment. 3. The full moon has been silvering our left cheeks all the way home, but now I have time to really look, it is nowhere to be found. I have to lean out of the bedroom window to catch it round the roofline, and my varifocals don't work sideways so it is a jellybean-shaped blur.

1. The alarm goes off, and it's light outside. 2. After a run of murky wet days, clear hot sun light rushes into our kitchen and suddenly anything seems possible. 3. I return an edit, and feel like I deserve a glass of wine and some telly with the children.

1. I am definitely procrastinating because I don't want to do my exercises. Then Jenny Eclair pops up on my feed complaining about how hard it is for her to go down the road to her local pool (free for the over sixties); and a lot of other women say they also find it hard to begin.  2. She brings me a tiny blind box she has made out of paper stabilised with stickyback plastic, and requires me to sign a delivery note. 3. The steady dribbling drip of draining stock bones.