I went outside and watched the light develop in the sky. It was lovely sitting there quietly just doing nothing but watching as the colours changed.
When it was a little lighter I peeked over the fence and, observing the neighbours' tidy garden,
|The neighbours' back garden|
and, comparing it with my own more interesting, but decidedly more messy version,
|an interesting mess.|
... I decided to use the quiet early morning hours to have a bit of a tidy-up. I began with one of my favourite parts of the garden, the giant bamboo thicket:
As you can see a huge amount of leafy matter had accumulated over the years behind the stems. I grabbed, pulled and tugged and raked. I dragged out dead canes, and had a great old clean-out.
At one point a shaft of sunlight through a newly created gap revealed the sun had risen.
And down the bank the golden light bathed the wilderness and the water.
Unfortunately, shortly after this while singing the song below (but not as well), a piece of bamboo flicked up and caught the side of my eyeball and I spent the rest of the day bathing it and trying to avoid having to go to the doctor*.
The moral of the story is, of course, take care when gardening, especially around bamboo, and concentrate on the task in hand, rather than singing at the same time.
* It's all better now.