a hot day at the Huntington

where sensible people were taking shelter from the sun under parasols,

some of which were curiously reminiscent of the Jane Campion version of Portrait of a Lady;

where cacti looked quite happy in the heat,

and the roses did their copious best not to droop too much;

and where at least the baby ducklings could keep cool (Clare in borrowed hat ... sometimes it's useful not to have a back of the car that's too tidy).