3BT – the foraging trio, mmm charity, from my viewpoint
1. I call for Carla but she’s already on the balcony waiting for me and the three of us – me, her and Lily – head into the woods. Lily paddles in the beck and Carla climbs trees while I pick pungent pods for pickling. 2. The (very) local Leonard Cheshire home is having a [...]
3BT – it’s just a tribute, not all the letters, worth the wait
1. John and I often hold conversations in the form of song, usually singing alternate lyrics to an earworm or the song we’re currently playing. Today’s conversation in song: I explain that I’ve left the door key in my hoodie pocket and my hoodie is at the bottom of the garden because by the time [...]
3BT – glare of the glade, happy Carla cat, new to the neighbourhood
1. We happen upon a sunny clearing in the middle of the wood but quickly retreat back into the leafy shade. 2. We worried how Carla – once the most scaredy of scaredy cats – would handle the move to the new house, after the death of her brother, after the arrival of Lily – [...]
3BT – combing, misty, mmm
1. While John’s out, we have a lazy day, the dog, the cats and me. I comb Lily for one cartoon, then Carla for another. Carla, despite being a third of the size of the dog, wins the fluff shedding contest. Both feel softer and smoother by the time the funnies come to an end. [...]
3BT – light/dark, improvisation, pillow purr
Between illness and busy-ness, May has been a tough month – I need to start Three Beautiful Thing-ing again to refocus on the good bits! 1. I sit in a pool of light in the woods reading about mysterious things in the dark depths of the sea. 2. We’ve left it too late to go [...]
3BT – happy hug, fungal find, pleasing polish
1. Carla purrs loudly: an early morning hug on the bed and in the sun. She doesn’t even care that the dog is on the other side of the bed: hugs, bed, sun – it’s all good. 2. I can’t remember what drew my attention first – the vivid orange of the rotting wood or [...]
3BT – sounds, Boron’s outside time, by the beck
1. Two pleasantly dull sounds within ten minutes of each other – the sound of vomit hitting a window in a cartoon and the knock of wood on wood as I throw logs onto a pile. 2. Boron watches us from the wall then when I rest, he pads over to sit on my knee. [...]
3BT – swimming smell, substitute, even better smell, pretty,
1. I lean on my fists in thought. The skin on my metacarpus is dry and smells faintly of chlorine. It reminds me of a year ago, when I swam three times a week – the shocking cold of the nearly empty pool, pushing myself to go forever faster, floating in my own world as [...]
