I’m a tourist. On my morning walk I took photos of a flowering cactus and flowering trees and shrubs. I think of E.D. and Nita and Delores and Ray. I walk up a treed street that provides welcome shade and is lined with nurseries with many many plants for sale. The plants are left unattended at night as far as I can tell. I will move to Toshi’s room which is one floor up and has much more light as the window doesn’t face an immediate wall. There is a little balcony and I’m thinking to put a few plants there.
While out walking I stopped for tea and a bun and to study and then wound my way up a new road that felt right. It was lined with little stores, a tiny market garden, a small brick making business, hair dresser shops and tiny eateries and a furniture manufacturer and lumber yard – all small scale and tidy. Feeling at ease, I kept on with my journey and even purchased an avocado and then a cucumber. Many people look as if they are on their way to church. On my way home I rested under one of the lovely trees and ate half the avocado. This is part of my Sunday.