Oh, to be a child again. Summertime. Late mornings. Grab the first t-shirt and skirt you find. Hours of fun and playing. Too light to go to bed before midnight, but that doesn't matter, because tomorrow is another day of summer.
I remember we used to play this game, called "paradis" or "paris" in Norway. Marta and her cousin draw them out every morning, then wipe them out with water in the evening to start another one the next day.
And if it gets too cold the garden is perfect for a refreshing shower.
