I was sitting by the window the other day, cuppa in hand, watching the rain make tiny, ephemeral puddles on the patio stones. Each little pool would shimmer for a moment, catching the grey light, before the next drop disturbed its surface, creating ripples that expanded and faded, like whispers across glass. It made me think about the way nature always has these wonderfully imperfect, yet utterly beautiful, little shapes. No two raindrops are quite the same, are they? And that got my mind whirring, as it often does when I’m meant to be relaxing, about how we bring that very essence of organic,...
