My midnight garden

I've been playing in PhotoDirector. It's very hot. Mostly I have been lying in my hammock in a bi, reading Sister Noon by Karen Joy Fowler. It is almost unusual book that I can't even begin to describe. I think this is why my photo is so odd. Night becomes day, day becomes night.

For yesterday's party, Camilla had arranged a treasure hunt for the children. They had to find variuos shells, and I'd suggested that they could make up a magical power to go with each shell. My favourite suggestion was " makes Santa come whenever you want ". Poor guy would never get a moment's rest!

It is too lovely, too hot to do anything. For this I am truly grateful.