Lamma Island, 9:08AM – Drizzle.

Entry 146

Garlic has restored my faith in gardening because it comes up so quick. Onions I forgot about have now sprouted too. I give up on sunflowers and lemon trees, both remain patches of soil. Seeds be damned. Bulbs befriend me.

The Neighbor has put a mirror down in the mud against the stone wall because they want more light on their plants.

The landlady complains that the mirror The Neighbor put down is reflecting towards her front door and that this is bad feng shui.

Nobody seems to understand if this works, neither the feng shui nor the photosynthesis by reflection.