Wednesday, May 10

I have some bottles that I want to dispose of and this raises a question to which we have never found a real answer. I take them with me as I walk to the beach for a massage from Hari.

I look doggedly for a place and end up doing what I don’t like doing: adding them neatly to a pile that other people have left against a tree.

The pond has started to look much better. Last time I looked it had a thick covering of weed, so that it hardly looked like a mass of water at all. Now it has a half cover and thus looks like a small mass of water.