Sunday, May 3

The hot weather begins to ease off, although we have not yet had rain.

We go to the apartment and move some old doors, tidy up, arrange, rearrange, and so on.

I look out of the window and see a tractor on the grass. For a second it looks real and then I realise that the lack of context has played tricks with its size.

I recognise it as one of the toys that the boy who lives in the house drives around on, and scatters around.