Lament

The men came today and put away the swimming pool until next Spring. They cleaned it, and its pump and its filters and the skimmers. Then they dumped all sorts of chemicals in the shining water and covered it in dark green tarpaulin. It was lovely just to sit beside even though the water temperature had fallen to 16 degrees and it was unswimmable for the last ten days.

The nearest indoor pool is 20 kilometres away, difficult kilometres too. Still, by next winter we should have had the agricultural development plan accepted and the pool will be part of a glass house complex for forcing vegetables. It will be like swimming in a jungle of cash crops.

I wonder if parrots like early tomatoes?