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 – first spring, slick, the answer
1. (I sort-of mentioned this on Clare’s blog the other week but I’ve not mentioned it here yet so…) Where we lived in Leeds, it was green — the lawns of the park, the trees of the woods leading down to the canal — but north facing houses & gardens meant no flowers, no colour, [...]
3BT – getting closer, pancakes, park, gazing
1. It’s too early and I’m drowsy but still awake enough to notice that the dog and cats are sleeping six inches apart. 2. The dusting of sugar instantly melts on the hot flat surface. The third pancake though is best: not only is it dripping with honey but it can be eaten sitting down. [...]
3BT – a Brightbaby-to-be, clean bill of health, improvising
1. We hear some great, if unsurprising, news from friends. 2. We take Boron back to the vets for a blood test to make sure his dicky tummy is nothing more serious – after Sili’s stomach cancer last year, we’re paranoid. At lunchtime, the vet phones to say everything has come back completely normal, he’s [...]
Six Beautiful Things from the weekend
1. “This wood will keep you warm next winter,” I tell Carla as she watches me pull thick branches from the giant pile and stack them on the dormant flower bed. Further down the garden, John is building a platform where the wood will season while I’m sorting it from the twigs (which will be [...]
3BT – wrapped up warm, it’s coming together, casserole
1. They walk to meet her at the train station but end up meeting on the corner. He explains they were running late because it took longer than he thought to put on the dog’s coat. She picks up the jacketed Westie for a hug then hugs him too. They walk away together, holding hands [...]
3BT – lengthening, new friend, the daily grind
1. The afternoon seems to stretch on forever. I combine chores, pottering and play. 2. Her ginger coat reminds me not of a tiger but of tiger bread. She’s a friendly one, that’s for sure. She invites herself into the garden, sniffs around then meows at me because I’ve stopped stroking her. 3. The mustard [...]
3BT – comforter, horses, lasagne
1. Every night I go to sleep with my fingers entangled in John’s hair. (When he shaves his head, I just rest my fingers on his head instead. It’s more tactile when he has hair.) 2. The horses are back again in the field around the corner. On our way back from walking to the [...]
