In the Grove, a small boy takes a remote control car for a walk. Now and then it runs on to the grass and turns over. By racing the wheels, he manages to right the car, and they proceed, the car running ahead, like a puppy.
We visit the house of a friend who sends us away with a basketful of quinces.
Watching people strolling under trees, I consider the porportionate size of trees and people. Small trees, are about six times taller, larger, older trees around 20 times taller than a man. For a moment I think of the giant redwoods, the sequoia, which I saw in California. They are, I know, around 60 times taller than a man.