brilliant pink sunset washing out my garden, i'm standing there watching this incredible band of light against a dark grey sky, the trees all look so still, the rocks glisten with a sort of sparkle like intensity, every detail reveals itself, from the tiny individual blades of grass to the esoteric nerve endings of branches sending out tiny impulses out to the sky, energy is everywhere. i'm blown away by the beauty, it's a painting waiting for an artist, it's a painting by an artist, its real. 
i've done some work on the garden, planting some tiger grass, hoping that the outer layer of my balinese plan works, a little natural screening. i've saved a tree from being strangled by a vine, pulled out heaps of weeds and moved the lawn. 
it's a tiny oasis of manicured land in the wilderness, i watch the suns last light with that satisfaction of a hard days work, and the payoff of this magnificent sunset.
spring will be here soon, i'm looking forwards to ending my retirement from the world and venturing out again.