Last night was a perfect, fat full moon and today feels like the first Saturday of summer... it won't really be summer until the agapanthus blooms, but the buds are swelling. J. picked us up at 7am to go browsing a flea market: early morning fried food smells mixing with the sea breeze and lots of old people selling chipped china and recycled hardware. One man had spread out a tarpaulin full of old chains, neatly piled and rusting to various degrees. Somebody will buy one. I got four bags of clear marbles, a strip of stick-on tattoos, some light bulbs, two bars of beautifully wrapped sandalwood soap and a copy in very good condition of Tracy Kidder's classic The Soul of a New Machine. Consumption can be so satisfying. Then I drove out to Hout Bay to buy my first pair of climbing shoes and a belay plate... everyone has come out to play today, the roads and the mountainside are full of people running, cycling, walking, pulling on wetsuits, just watching the sea and each other. Summer. This afternoon I will plant tomatoes.