I've been charmed for the last few weeks by the blossoming of creativity in the Secret Fairy Garden near the old tip on the road into my village. Each time I look something new has been added. Today I finally stopped to photograph in the grey light of a blessedly cool damp day. The blue curtains fluttered, the fairy surfer caught a wave and the freshly planted petunias surrounded the bole of the splendid spotted gum hosting this artistry. It reminds me of the year of the trolls, when the bridge over the creek was renamed Troll Bridge, and troll dolls took up residence along its side-boards.