Well, around here the early bird would have quite a bit of competition as the whole neighbourhood is up at the crack of dawn.
Recently, between my crazy schedule and the crazy heat (ha ha, I know it's been like a whole week since I was complaining about the endless rain but that's Japan, season changes as sharp and crisp as origami folds- woah flakey Japanofile simile) but anyway I've been doing quite a bit of evening gardening.
And just as I finish up, pack up the garden tools and start heading inside something else is just starting. Just beginning it's brief but glorious life. It feels kind of like a serenade or a guard of honour as we walk back to the house because they line both sides of the path between the garden and the house.
They only start blooming in the evening.
And they're all over and done, finito, no more by morning. No matter how early those early birds wake up they won't be able to appreciate this beauty.
Nope this one is saved for the late birds.
By tomorrow morning they will be all finished up and pink like the ones at the back here.
Score one for the late birds, huh?